Alan hopping rocks while waiting for the Anacortes ferry.
Rocks below Clare on her perch. (The ones Alan is considering
in the previous picture.)
Cathy waves from down the rocky beach next to Marilee and
Rochelle? (the tide is high right now, see the
San Juan Island trip photos for views
for the sandy low-tide beach)
Alan showing off an impressive amount of layering while visiting Eastsound
Cathy disguises herself as a tree (quite unsuccessfully I would
say, the branch she is holding in her hand is barely visible even in the
larger version of the image)
Lea lingers guiltily near the lake with Alan's camera after
the mutiny sent him swimming.
A mob of attractive women grab at Alan's limbs and clothing,
offering him, if just for a moment, a taste of rock-stardom.
How many stars get to be carried flailing toward a cold lake?
Not many, and this is where the fantasy bursts and the cold, damp reality
begins to soak in.
Alan chills his toes in the lake while Marilee, Tanya, and
Sarah look on.
Alan begins to appreciate the safety of the lake. Surely they
have run out of things to throw him in...
Alan cooking spagetti on the stove and Cathy at the fire.
(is that Rochelle cut in two?)
Sunset on Mt. Constitution and the large stone viewing tower.