I awoke this morning in Kent at 3AM, was out of the house and on the road at 3:30AM. At 5:30, I met Eric (Big E) and Mumbles (Ed Call), who were already fishing. It was a perfect morning - overcast, no wind, an outgoing tide, and only a dozen other anglers spread out along the beach. The only thing missing were salmon on anybody's line. Later, I took a long walk down the cove, entered the water past the last fisherman and walked backwards through the water while slowly stripping a #2 coho popper. A couple hundred yards later, a 5 lb. silver turned on my fly and fell on it's sword for me. That was it for the day. On the way home, I stopped at a couple other beaches including PNP to see if there was any action. No action and lots of tossed salad. I took the first of three naps in the waiting line on the road at the Kingston ferry. The second nap was in the parking area and the third was on the car deck. I even slept through the car alarms that seem to accompany all ferry rides nowadays. I woke up as the drivers around me began starting their engines. I quickly stretched and promptly got horrendous painful cramps in both my hamstrings. I have a stick shift and I gotta tell you guys, I barely made it off the ferry and into the parking lot at Goldies where I dragged my sorry ass out of the car, drank all the water I had and stretched the cramps away. On the way out of Edmonds, in the ferry waiting line along the road, two cops were sorting out a three car fender bender. How do three cars run into each other while creeping along in the ferry line? Leland.