UPDATED: February 4, 2022
This
is the 8th and final of a series of posts recalling my second annual
trip to Seattle. I’ve added additional thoughts with the hindsight of five
years later or to add further clarification; I use “NOW” to denote such cases.
This
report only covers the part of the day involving the trip.
Well,
the last day I literally hit the ground running: I woke up at 5:53 to discover
that my watch alarm hadn't beeped. The ferry
was to leave at 6:10. Pure adrenaline
must be credited with my being able to launder bedding (I might have torn
whatever you call that thing some places put on top of mattresses under sheets;
hope not), trade my keycard for my $20 deposit, and lug bags seeming to weigh
about as much as me to the ferry. I was
so rushed, the $20 deposit never left my hand and was used to pay for the ferry
ticket.
[NOW: The ferry was a Washington State Ferries one,
and the ferry terminal Seattle Ferry Terminal.]
On the ride to Bainbridge I took sunrise picks. Perhaps not as romantic as it sounds because of the sun itself but I probably still got some side shots to the sides of the sun. In a few cases I let my hand be in the photo so it would block the sun.
[NOW:
My current digital camera handles sunrise shots a lot better. The ferry arrival location was
Bainbridge Island Ferry Terminal.]
From Bainbridge I took the bus back to Poulsbo.
From Poulsbo I bought a Jefferson Transit bus pass on the bus to Port
Townsend. This bus actually had a
baggage section and while waiting for the bus to leave, I started calculating DVD/comic costs for declaration
purposes, but this time stopped at Four Corners rather than Port Townsend, because
the bus doesn't arrive in Port Townsend until about a bit after the Port
Townsend-Sequim bus leaves.
[NOW:
The first bus was the 90 bus, Kitsap Transit, the Jefferson Transit bus is the
number 7. At the time the Poulsbo stop was Poulsbo Transfer Center; now it's at North Viking Transit center. The 4 Corners stop is also now a transit centre/]
At
Four Corners I took a bus to Sequim, lugging my bags with me for breakfast to go
at the same McDonald's I had breakfast to go, going the other way. Perhaps not that healthy but I liked the
symmetry.
[NOW:
This bus, also Jefferson Transit – hence the daypass, was the number 8.]
From
Sequim I took another bus to Port Angeles, where I finished my calculations. I looked around a bit, bought a final DVD at
E-Z Pawn, and then grabbed a lunch to go at Dairy Queen.
[NOW:
This last bus was the 30 Commuter, Clallam Transit. Port Angeles' Dairy Queen has closed.]
The Coast
Guard followed the ship much of way back.
Apparently it was a coincidence with whales in the area. I was too tired to really follow up on that.
Customs
went smoothly at first, but they neglected to keep the document from the Consulate,
which they're required to do, so I had to backtrack there.
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