|Hair pins - and unexpected success|
|Under the skiff on the way back|
I arrive at the ferry terminal to be told at the gate that I would not be able to board a ferry until 12:40. Since it was not yet 11:00 I settled in for a wait. I managed to get all cozy lying in the front seat with my feet up against the passenger side window, water and toasted almond at hand, and a talking book on the
CD player. Very comfortable if you are not to choosy. After a few chapters I hear a tap the window. I open my eyes to see the friendly face on a ferry lot attendant saying “ Are you alright?” “Sure, I am just listening to a book,” I reply. “Well you should be getting on the ferry now,” said the young attendant said trying not to laugh. I scrambled into and upright position and started the motor.
On to the ferry I drove and up the ramp and … Well stop right there. Blocks were put my station wagon’s back tires and there we were under the bow of and aluminum skiff. It felt like a 45 degree angle but I guess it was much less then that. I put on my sandals and went to the upper deck to draw in my sketch book and chat with some visitors from Japan.
And so I am home again. Today unpack and organize and with some luck back to clay tomorrow.