You wouldn’t expect the end of the road to make me stop, would you? I’m all about the islands, if they have some good riding on them (or if they don’t). 

My original plan was to take the car ferry to Washington Island off the end of Door Peninsula, then the little passenger ferry from there to Rock Island, where I’d stay at the state park. I figured that with the shortened schedule, I still needed to make it as far as Washington Island. And I’m glad I did. 

Washington is a fairly big island, several miles across. Maybe imagine Mackinac, but without the tourists. It has tourists, of course (the main industry) but not throngs. There are only a few ferries shipping people to and from the mainland. They also ferry vehicles, but only maybe a dozen at a time, which means that traffic on the island is pretty sparse. Good roads; a mix of woodland, natural fields, and some farms; and an assortment of beaches and shops and harbors to check out. 

  
Also a lookout “mountain tower” in the middle, which I mustered both the breath and the courage to climb. 

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