In between all that, I managed to squeeze in a little bike ride:
View Almost out to South Beach with pretty views of Baker and the Olympics in a larger map
This time, I had companions... David who's a jack-of-all trades who lives out on Sweet Earth Farm and a new friend Pritha who is an intern out on Heritage Farm.
We went almost out to the lighthouse at South Beach, but fell just shy (my 4 o'clock chicken date held us back), making for a total of around 20 miles round-trip.
Past American Camp a ways, we headed down a mini gravel path a little ways towards the water and were stopped by this curious guy. Pritha, the fox-whisperer, got him to come real close. Eventually, a friend of his came along with silver fur and eyes that were even yellower and more eerie.
Apparently, the red foxes on San Juan Island are a non-native species that was first introduced in 1947, and a few times afterwards to control a populations of (also non-native) rabbits which had been introduced in the 1890s and were out of control. Now there aren't so many rabbits, but you can still see foxes all over the place.