I guess this is technically a “boating” trip. Not on my boat, but one of the big green and white ones owned by the state.
This morning, I woke to the sounds of garbage cans, lawn furniture, and whatever else may have gotten free thrashing around outside the house from the strong winds that blew through the night and the previous few days. I decided – on a whim, as I often do, to get on the ferry to Friday Harbor to check out the wind-driven rough water.
Within minutes of initiating launch sequence, I was out the door and en route to the ferry terminal, where I boarded MV Yakima.
