We left Port Angeles on Saturday heading east on Hwy 101. Timberland and farms. Green. Very green. The weather was changeable through the morning with more clouds than sun and some sprinkles on the windshields. I was excited to cross the Hood Canal floating bridge that takes traffic across Hood Canal of Puget Sound and connects the Olympic and Kitsap Peninsulas. At 7,869 feet (1.490 mi; 2.398 km) in length (floating portion 6,521 feet (1.235 mi; 1.988 km) it is the longest floating bridge in the world located in a saltwater tidal basin, and the fourth longest floating bridge overall. First opened 59 years ago in 1961, it was the second concrete floating bridge constructed in Washington. The bridge did sink 1979. Lynn did not like to hear that. The sprinkles held off as we approached the span but it was foggy with limited visibility. We did get to spend some time on the bridge as they were opening the floating portion to let a boat through. I could not tell if we were on a fixed portion of the bridge or floating section but it was solid with no movement during our wait. (Two years ago while stuck in traffic on the Throgs Neck bridge in New York the bridge was really moving.) The wait was maybe 20 minutes. The lack of visibility and our position pretty far back in the line of traffic didn't allow any photos of the open span. It was pretty gloomy but I liked it. I have to figure out how to take better fog photos as these pics don't portray the feeling of being there. Fog is pretty rare in the Sonoran desert. We continued on the loop around to the south of Olympia to Chehalis for the night - nothing special there. We did another short day riding to Portland to visit my nephew Chris and and his partner Shannon the 28th. Chris is a chef at one of Portland's best restaurants - Le Pigeon. We had hoped to sample his creations but he had the day off and the restaurant is not open for inside dining. We spent some time with them at their home but maintained social distancing. I had not seen Chris for at least 10 years and it was disappointing to not be able to get some hugs. We will have to get back and check out Portland another time. The weather continued iffy as we crossed the very beautiful St. Johns Bridge over the Willamette River. A photo from the web We turned west towards the coast again and spent the night in Hillsboro not far from Portland.