The crossing was foggy. Slow-down-the-ferry, what f*ck was that, whose got the radar, foggy. But I saw a dolphin. Go figure.

We hung out with Stephen and Leslie’s parental units for a bit and got lost in a parking lot in the fog. You know those crazy weird parking lots some so-called architects are making that are senseless even in the light of day? Well, they are a hoot in a pea soup fog. If you aren’t familiar with the parking lot and you can’t see more than 20 feet except for glowing distant headlights, it’s better than Blind Man’s Bluff.

And guess what! We get to find the ferry this morning in the same stuff. If you don’t hear from me again…

Actually it’s much clearer this morning!

So it occurs to me seaplanes don’t fly in fog. So we checked. They don’t. That might make tomorrow’s return a bit interesting.

The ferry ride. Brings a new meaning to foggy. I really feel for the captain of this thing; he’s gonna be stressed by the end of his shift.

Met Tina Lynch at the ferry dock and did a whirlwind tour. Amazing, gorgeous, fantastic place. We almost talked ourselves into moving after I pick up the boat we bought yesterday… Oh. Wait…