This is
the 13th and last of a series of posts dealing with my tenth and
most recent trip to Seattle as adult. I’ve made minor corrections to these
reports.
Last night I heard one guy who I thought wasn't as nice to be as he
could be get scolded for an unrelated reason by his girlfriend/wife/platonic
female companion. I looked away in my bed so my smile wouldn't be too obvious.
I had a bit trouble sleeping but mainly just nerves before the trip back. I
lugged my heavy stuff as well as I could to the ferry terminal, putting the
stuff down briefly to I could dash to Rachel the Pig at Pike Place Market
briefly. By the time I reached the ferry
terminal I was sweating like crazy. A panhandler approached me; I indicated no.
He started asking me for a Bainbridge Island ticket anyway. I scolded him that
I was dying here and he left me alone after that. I grabbed McDonald's
breakfast at the terminal and then got on the Washington State Ferries ferry to
Bainbridge Island. At Bainbridge Island Ferry Terminal I took the 90 bus
(Kitsap Transit) to Poulsbo, where I transferred to a 7 bus (Jefferson Transit)
and got a daypass.
[NOW: The ferry terminal, which no longer has a McDonald's is Seattle Ferry Terminal. The Poulsbo stop was Poulsbo Transfer Center, though buses now connect there at North Viking Transit Center.]
Jefferson Transit changed their timings so I was able to ride all the
way to Haines Park & Ride in Port Townsend instead of having to cross twice
earlier at Four Corners (a stop just outside of Port Hadlock). At Haines I took the 8 bus (Jefferson
Transit) to Sequim. At Sequim Transit Center, I got a guy I'd been talking with
a little to keep an eye on my stuff while I did a quick run around, including
the small park (but not as small as Mill Ends Park) Seal Street Park. Back at
Sequim Transit Center I took the 30 Commuter bus (Clallam Transit) to Port
Angeles' Gateway Transit Center. I didn't feel like walking so I sat by the Dairy
Queen there until they opened and then had lunch there. I then wandered to
Black Ball Ferry Terminal. That terminal has two sections; the path to the
second section had new black railings this time. I didn't want to do much climbing so when I
got on the Coho ferry I didn't go to the upstairs viewing area at the back of
the shop but rather found a decent spot at the front. By this point I had
noticed that one of my travel cases was a one-use wonder; no further trips a
good idea for that case.
[NOW: That Dairy Queen has closed.]
Probably at this state seeming more run down than a threat to national
security, I was one of the first to clear Customs and I wheeled my stuff as
best I could to my apartment.
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