Ferry leaves Shaw at 10:30am and arrives at noon at Anacortes: many cormorants and big ocean gulls, some grebes, some wide rolling swells in the Strait.
Bus to airport arrives, 1pm. (We waited with two people who had grown up together on San Juan Island, one now headed back to finish his first year of college, the other back to her job in Bellingham. Before we started talking with them, they were trading memories from kindergarten; Dennis said it was like watching Dawson's Creek.)
Bus drops us at airport, 4pm.
Shuttle gets us to hotel, 4:45pm.
Indian food delivered to the room, and here we are, Uma going after Lucy in the snow, with swords.
You would think we are traveling from someplace far away to someplace far away. If all goes well, we'll be home on Monday.
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good luck!
Here's hoping for a smooth return. Mmm, indian food.
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