The islands in Puget Sound range from the isolated, yet still remarkably touristy smaller islands only accessible by ferries, to the larger islands that due to well connected interstates have basically become part of the mainland. I think the thing I liked about Widbey Island was that it was easily accessible from the north, but all you had to do was keep driving south if you preferred a more sparsely populated and isolated atmosphere.
Near the north end of the island, I drive to the tallest peak and take in the expanse of rolling hills in the distance.
The main attraction on the island is the scenery, and the best place to find it is at Deception Pass, where tourists stop their cars and walk out on bridges to take pictures of the cliffs below, myself included.
I spend the night at Fort Ebey State Park, which turns out to have a wonderful bluff trail. Stepping out from the woodsy campsite into a bright clearing that turns out to be a vast cliff on the edge of the Pacific, was really quite shocking. The wind sweeps up from the cliff and pushes me back a little as I venture out to peek below. After weeks of being comforted by the rocks and islands that added dimension to the vast expanse of ocean, I am again taken aback by the hugeness of the Pacific.