I had a best friend who lived on bainbridge island about 10 years ago. I remember the car lines at the ferry, it's like a mile long. Everybody would rush about the island trying to hop on at the right time. You'd always hear people at the gas station "oh shoot! I'm not gonna make it in time!" They have a farmers market on the weekends, great place to get fresh local foods. Smells like armpits though. speaking of armpits, you should look up some articles about bumbershoot, bite of seattle, and hempfest (if you're into that), those are some really cool summer functions at seattle center. Me and my buddies would get an 18-pack and stuff in in a backpack, and just get nice 'n drunk on the grass, and wander around eating really wierd ****.
damn, now I wanna move here!