It was warm this morning: 73 degrees when I got to the ferry line.
I was first in line.
It had taken me only an hour and forty minutes to get there, a record time.
I bought a cup of coffee and a small bag of Tim’s chips: my favorite breakfast – genuine Northwest cuisine.
By the time I was finished savoring each individual chip and waiting for the coffee to cool below the scalding level I had surprisingly little time left before the ferry would heave into view and I would be motioned to drive on board.
I decided little though the time would be I would use it looking for interesting images to capture.
I got a few.