We leave Spencer Spit in low clouds and occasional fog. The trip back is fairly painless except for the 5 knot current we find approaching the Anacortes ferry dock. Dave steps on the throttle and takes it up to maximum wake speed. And hands the helm over to Melissa. Perhaps the kayaker we passed appreciated the wake we gave him to negotiate or maybe he gave us the finger. The wave he gave us seemed innocent enough. We get to Anacortes and fuel up. The boat took about 180 gallons of diesel. We then docked the boat and cleaned her up. Melissa went off to get some more Anacortes Beef only to find they left they "OPEN" sign on while being closed on Sunday.