Day 151 Part 1

Off to another side of Orcas Island.  We moved over to West Sound.  We knew it would be pretty quiet, especially since this was monday afternoon of the 3 day weekend and most vacationers would be headed home.  They advertised guest moorage and they had it, but it was much different than the "resort" that we had just moved from.  This was a utilitarian marina, more a place for islanders to keep their boats than a vacation destination.  The Evening Magazine plane flew in and out of the marina. That was the bizarre thing. The marina was desolate, but every so often, a person or two would show up and soon after a float plane buzzed and out. It would drop off people and they would just disappear.

Tobin and John had read in the boat guide that there was an island bus we could catch to take us to one of the main shopping/dinind areas on the island. This was going to be our afternoon adventure.  Our first clue that the adventure wasn't going to go quite as planned was the fact that the harbor master (who lived at the marina) knew pretty much nothing about the bus except that it existed and that we could probably flag it down up by the road.  We headed back to the boats to get ready for our adventure. Sunscreen - check, hats - check, backpacks - check, rain gear - check, baby and kid gear - check.  We made sure we got up to the road 15 min earlier than the scheduled arrival and then we waited, and waited, and waited.  We couldn't get cell reception so Tobin went to the marina office to call the bus service, the office was empty.  There were were, all dressed up and no where to go.  We were sick of waiting and thought maybe we'd head into the "center" of West Sound.  Maybe we could at least get a meal at the cafe.  So, we set off down the road.  The center of town was 4, maybe 5 buidlings.  We finally got cell reception and found out the bus does in fact run at the time we thought . . . 3 weeks from now!The Cafe?  Closed on mondays!  We disappointedly turned around and went back to the marina.  We did find some fun and interesting things on our walk though, a little duck family (or were they geese?), farm implements, a sign to Katmandu, scultupres, a grumpy 4 year old.