Slept in a bit this morning but up in time to have a walk on the beach on the west coast of Washington State. Then we hit the road for the ferry. We stopped at the tourist info place in Forks, WA to update this blog on their wi-fi. While I was there a fellow who was sitting in his car got out and started asking the usual traveller questions. Where you from? Where’ve you been?
When I told him I was from Vancouver Island, he got going on this long tirade about how he had two kids in Nanaimo and hadn’t seen them in nine years because of his psycho wife and the Canadian justice system. He said he was from Vermont originally. He was driving a car with Colorado plates. In any event, his justice rant soon led to various observations about the U.S. political system and some predictable conspiracy theories. By the time he got going on Obama I was thinking that it wasn’t the wife who was the psycho. I finally told him I had to catch a ferry and that broke his train of thought (if there was one) and he was off.
The ferry was pretty much full. Only a couple of places left empty at the back of the boat. It was foggy and chilly in Port Angeles and on the first part of the crossing. (I’ve never seen it sunny and warm in P.A.) As a result for the first third of the crossing the captain kept blowing the Coho’s horn which is not Eliot’s favourite sound even now that he’s gotten a bit deaf. But as we got closer to Victoria the fog dissipated and by the time we entered Victoria harbour it was a very pleasant afternoon.
Good to be home.
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