We took the express to the “island” on Friday and although it was semi-calm in the harbor, as soon as the boat hit the breakwater, most everyone headed outside to the deck... ah, the joys of motion sickness.
Oddly, coming back Sunday afternoon to the mainland, the ten foot swells didn’t seem to bother me nearly as much, although there were some passengers that looked a bit green around the gills, and since the waves were pretty strong, I maintained a dry spot under the awning near the front, saving my partially-read book from a potential drenching.
I must say, the view from the deck is lovely as you enter the harbor at Avalon. It reminds me of a picturesque scene from the Mediterranean; everything appears clean and bright.
The gulls hang out on the tops of fountains and lampposts and act as though the island is theirs... it is.
We climbed up to the top of the Wrigley Memorial and took a picture for posterity.
We then hiked back down.
All in all, it was a really nice weekend shared with good friends and some great wine.
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