After dropping the parents off at the airport, Jason and I had the rest of the day to ourselves.  By the time we walked back down the hill into town we were starving and settled on epic breakfast burritos at the Rocky Bay Cafe.  This is probably my favorite restaurant in the islands.  I love breakfast burritos and theirs is really good, and the whole cafe has this cool starving artist vibe to it.  If they weren’t always busy I’d love to just sit in the corner and play on my laptop and chill.  Apparently though, Jason and I weren’t as hungry as we thought because we both had half of our burrito left over.  We walked those back to the boat to stash in the fridge for later.
We hadn’t had enough walking yet so we went back into town.  I’ve been trying to find a hat for a long time now, but finding one that i not only like the looks of but also one that’s small enough to fit my tiny head is proving more difficult than I had imagined.  I returned empty handed yet again.  While we’re conveniently located in port, we stopped by the grocery store to pick up a few things that we forgot when we left… like a kitty litter scoop and a bag of chocolate chips.  I also picked up a bag of my current favorite coffee.
Words to live by.
Run down old house.
OMIGOD a truck!
I’ve never seen a pansy colored like this before! pretty!
Float plane
Like a really expensive taxi ride
Twin anchors
Another shot of Popeye the half blind seal.
I thought this was funny
When life gives you lemons…squeeze them over freshly caught fish!
Artsy hand painted fish everywhere.
Bicycle just chillin’
The Crow’s Nest. My favorite little coffee spot.
I’m going to start making these at work.
Our “hotel” for the night.
Another hand painted salmon in an unexpected spot
This pretty little thing was parked next to us at the dock when we got back.

Friday Harbor itself is an interesting place.  At first glance it’s preciously quaint with rows of shops in brightly painted Victorian buildings. However, I always wonder how much of that is a veneer that they project to the many tourists that come through on the ferries that stop here throughout the day.  I suspect the truth is is somewhere in the middle of that.  The locals come across as a bit more “colorful”…an odd mix of rugged fishermen and eclectic artistic types tossed into the midst of the tourists from the ferries and the yacht people that arrive via water at the marina.