After a day off-island with friends, I had too many miles and too few minutes between me and the 8:00 pm ferry to Vashon. As fate, traffic, and a few wrong turns would have it, I missed the boat.
Setting my parking brake and expectations, I was all too aware that the next ferry was an hour and a half out. After a few minutes of sitting on the hood of my truck before a sky on fire and a sea slipping into sleep, I came to realize the obvious: I hadn’t missed the boat at all.
One year ago: Mom These Are for You
Two years ago: Ringing in the Return of the Bluebells