On my way out to the campground, I rolled past a beautiful beach lined with figures made out of driftwood. Some were shaped like animals with carved out eyes, while others seemed more open to interpretation. The figures were decorated with baseball caps and buoys. I rode on through open farmlands into the forested park for a quiety, if mosquito-filled, evening.
I bought a summer squash at this farm stand |
My lunch destination was Iceberg Point, a must-see according to travelers and locals alike. It's a little off the beaten path in what looks like private land, but the point is public and well worth the trek, they told me. With their encouragement I brushed brazenly down the trail past a dozen "private property" and "no trespassing" until I spotted the rusty saw with the words "Iceberg Point" etched in tiny yellow letters above a closed gate with a "no parking" warning. Lopez Islanders know how to keep a place special. The path soon branched into trails of tall matted grass leading up to several rock cliffs. The view was, as usual, astounding. I made myself a sandwhich, cracked a bottle of Washington microbrew and took in the massive expanse of ocean, while a group of seals sunbathed on a rock below.
Iceberg Point |
I've only ridden one island - Mayne. And that hill at the ferry terminal was enough to sink my heart. Congrats on a slightly more inviting island after all that work!
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