So I stopped in Seattle on my return from Denver. Daughter picked me up at Seatac and we drove down to the Sailor’s ship which had arrived at the Port of Tacoma early that morning, just like we planned.
We got to have lunch on board of there and took the grand tour, had a cup of coffee and a piece of chocolate...
|The Sailor in his safety jumpsuit|
... and said good bye.
There was a big storm coming and they had to leave to get across the Columbia River bar in time.
And then it was Saturday kicking around Seattle (too numb and jagged to take pix, sorry), and then Sunday morning I got on the jet to come home.
When we arrived in Wrangell, an all-too-typical thing occurred: FOG on the runway in Petersburg – everyone going there get off the plane NOW.
So I enjoyed a lovely, if unplanned for, afternoon in Wrangell, our neighbor 40 miles to the south on another island...
|the totem park in downtown Wrangell|
...waiting for the ferry to arrive and deliver me and the other refugees safely to Petersburg.
|the weather was chilly and a fine mist was in the wood-smokey air|
|perfect for visiting these watchers of the forest|
|I ran into a couple of boys hanging out on their front stoop|
|and one of them took offense at my interest.|
Right on schedule, the noble State Ferry arrived and took us HOME!
|Alaska State Ferry arriving at the Wrangell terminal|
(There is no place like home).