Total amount of time on the water was probably only a little over three hours. The water was like pooled mercury, shadowless and glassy, the paddles of the person in front of us disappearing into the water as if he'd just dropped it into a barrier holding back two universes. We ate lunch - aged sharp Cheddar and Honeycrisp apples - on Chuckanut Island, a wildlife sanctuary with a tide-pool filled, crushed shell beach and scallop shells buried in the pine needles twenty feet above the waterline. Afterwards, we paddled past a section of shoreline where the honey-comb erosion patterns of the sandstone cliffs gave way to petrified palm tree trunks - just so damn cool it's hard to describe well, other than that they looked like dinosaur backbones protruding from the rock wall.
We got back at about 3 and immediately drove to Mount Vernon for some good eats at the Mexico Cafe. I fell asleep in the car, then continued my nap when I got home for another hour. Whew! I hope I can get up in time for my 9 AM appointment at the dentist's office.