I rode in a seaplane for the first time in my life. We took off in Lake Union, flying over Seattle and along the Lake Washington coast, over Mercer Island and Medina.
Then we headed into the Sound, passing over Bainbridge Island, over the Olympics. It was amazing to fly over the city, much lower than a plane. After a while, the roar of the engine, the fumes, and the turbulence in the air currents gave me motion sickness, and I couldn’t wait to land.
After 40 minutes in the air, we descended at Port Ludlow. The seaplane’s floats were pointed diagonally upwards instead of parallel to the ground, and I thought that surely the landing would be rough as the floats jammed into the water. But the landing was smooth, much smoother than on a normal plane. The water gave way to the floats, unlike the unyielding tarmac at the airport.
At Port Ludlow we enjoyed the sun and ate a delicious lunch at the Fireside restaurant. The area around the port is residential, a peaceful, quiet neighborhood of pastel townhouses. Besides a totem pole, there’s not much in Port Ludlow as far as monuments go, but like much of the Pacific Northwest, it was full of natural beauty.
The flight back to Lake Union was a short 12 minutes.
And so, that was my best lunch ever, because I took a seaplane to get there.