I had to take a ferry. Here's the ferry terminal.
On the second morning, it started raining after I'd had my coffee and breakfast, so I went to the little town. I spend an hour or more in the local history museum (which was quite good).
The thing I hadn't realized was that if you're in a tent in a rainstorm, you're sort of living inside a drum being beat on by hyped up two year olds. It was amazingly loud!
So, I didn't sleep great. But now I've had a totally new experience! In the morning, it was still raining, pretty much, and my camping arrangements don't (yet?) include a covering for eating, so I packed everything in the car, and headed out.
Here's from the ferry headed away. It didn't stop raining until I was maybe three quarters of the way home. And it had rained at home, too.