And so we bid a fond farewell …
By Tim
Tomorrow we board the ferry, roll off onto the mainland at Annacortes, Washington, and start a 3,000-mile sprint back across the country.
But today, the sun sparkles on the water to the east. The glare hides Mt. Baker, 30 miles or so off in the distance of the North Cascades. The channel to the north is clear of the armada of weekend fishers who were here yesterday. And to the west, two sailboats are making their way toward Waldron Island.
But it’s time to make our best effort to find our things among the shoes, cameras, clothing, and paperbacks scattered around the house and start toward home.
Has anyone seen my other flipflop?
