Pie Shop

We're hunting pie.

I woke this morning with thoughts of the day's objectives. Provision, clean fridge, fill water tank are upper most on my mental list. The latter two have since been dispatched. The provisioning can wait.

Right now we're after pie at, what else? The Pie Shop. It's chaotic, expensive, delicious. The Pie Shop is what we're calling it. It's the Savary Pie Company. I order a slice of apple and one for the road. A chai tea latte completes the order. $32. But it is Canadian.

The pie crust is clearly made with lard: tasty and filling. The slices are huge. One slice is a meal. I wonder if they sell savory pies.

We'll be starting with high tide in the morning. 7:30ish. We'll anchor in the Broken Group, last visited with MaryLou and Knute. Just two nights there and we'll head on down the Strait of Juan de Fuca. The beginning of the end.