
We’ve shifted our home base from the Mount Vernon area to Port Townsend, to spend more time with our older son and his girlfriend.
I managed to avoid a total freak-out over maneuvering our BFT/RV combo onto the ferry, but then all kinds of lost my shit when I heard the captain say, “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve spotted a pod of killer whales ahead. You should be able to see them from the bow in just a couple of minutes.”
And we did!

In the boarding queue, feeling confident that if that guy can roll his big self onboard, so can we. He makes us look petite!

All aboard! It wasn’t nearly as scary after watching the truly big rigs drive onboard before we did. If they fit, we fit!
After so many dismal days of soggy grayness, we reveled in the sunshine and clear skies, even though it was cold enough to… well… freeze the door mats. But other than that? Hey, look! The mountains are out!

These are our door mats. Knowing we were in for a stretch of rain-free days, I draped the sodden bastards over a picnic bench to dry out.
Failed to take into account the overnight freeze warning.
Oops.

That faded blue hump in the center may or may not be Mount Rainier.
I’m not sure which direction I was facing — which is pretty much my constant state of existence.
And speaking of Fort Worden, I leave you with this bit of movie nostalgia:

“An Officer and A Gentleman” was filmed at Fort Worden, where we spent 45 minutes not getting a camp site. Don’t ask. Just keep humming love lift us up where we belong. Because that’ll take you up where the eagles fly, on the mountains high, and then we’ve come full circle.
Happy 2016, y’all!