We slept little and rose early to a gale warning. Nothing materialized near us so we did our final clean up, shut off and lock down. I had to take the truck back to the maintenance shop to drop something off and flushed several eagles from the brush. They flew overhead to wish me godspeed.
It has been two months since we had any rain. One of the mule deer came down to the marina to lap up some salt water.
The seagulls will be happy to have their island to themselves and they can dirty everything to their heart’s content.
We packed and shipped our bikes and Tim’s keyboard (his source of sanity on the island), Tim swam, then we hopped a bus and ferry to Seattle. Tim indulged me and we were tourists for the afternoon.
But he managed to get a front row seat on the monorail ride downtown on our way to the airport. We’re on our way home.