Thursday, September 12 (continued)
In the last exciting chapter of rvsue and her canine crew, Bridget, Spike and I board the ferry at the terminal in Kingston, Washington. Our ferry, the Puyallap, will take us across foggy Puget Sound to the town of Edmonds.
The crew trots eagerly up the ramp.
I’m right at their heels. We don’t have to purchase a ticket from this terminal since fares are only collected from westbound passengers. Dogs are not allowed in the interior room. That’s okay. I want to ride on the top level anyway.
The metal stairs are steep.
Before I think to stop the crew’s progress to look for an elevator, the two of them are tackling the steps. Bridget has no problem, but Spike struggles.
“C’mon, Spikey! You can do it, boy!”
He takes two or three steps at a time, rests, then continues on. This boy is full-throttle on an adventure!
The ferry is big!
Of course, we happen to be at the bow, right underneath the horn, when it blasts, signalling that we’re about to “set sail.” I’m lifted up in the air by the sound. I’m amazed it doesn’t bother Bridget or Spike. They’re ready for anything today. What good pups . . .
“Here, babe. You come up here with me.” I lift her up on the bench. “Now, sit. Go ahead. Sit.” She obeys. “What a good girl you are!” I exclaim, putting my arm around her. “Isn’t it a beautiful day?” She leans into me, happy for the special attention.
A man’s voice from the loudspeaker welcomes us to the Puyallap. He explains emergency procedures and then tells us to enjoy the ride. The horn blasts again and we’re on our way!
The water starts to move . . . er . . . We move over the water. It’s dizzying. I have to look away momentarily.
A thirty-ish couple sits on a nearby bench.
We discuss the fog. She makes a statement any fisherman can relate to.
“You should’ve seen it yesterday. What a beautiful day! Everything was so clear.”
We talk a bit more and then the crew and I get up.
“I’m going to see what the fog looks like on the other side.” They both laugh.
I wasn’t sure how to dress today.
Temperatures in the 80s were predicted, but I knew it would be cooler over the water, and then there’s certain to be wind. I decided on my light jacket which turns out is perfect. It has big pockets that close with a snap. I put a few items in the pockets and left the purse in the PTV.
Spike takes a rest under the seat. Good. A little nap will do him good. The trip across usually takes about 20 minutes. Today it’s longer due to the fog. The Puyallap’s horn, as well as the horns of other vessels, make the trip all the more fun.
The town of Edmonds comes into view. The fog is much thinner over land.
Looking through the ramp’s windows, I notice there’s a beach. “Hey, let’s go to the beach!” Spike is perky and Bridget is happy. I can tell Bridget is happy because she turns her head and gives Spike a peck on his cheek. I laugh at the sight.
Gosh, having these two along makes the day really fun. They’re no trouble at all.
I estimate it’s around 1:30 when we set foot (paw) in Edmonds. Next to the terminal is a small park which gives the crew the opportunity to discreetly relieve themselves and sniff canine messages.
“Ah, love the smell of the sea . . . right, Spikey?”
It’s very pleasant on the beach. A little girl works on a castle. A toddler sits with his legs straight out in front of him while his mother covers his legs with sand. The boy wiggles his toes and laughs.
The ferry chugs away from the dock.
Hmm . . . We could do some walking around Edmonds, but that would be hard on Spike. We have to make it all the way back to the parking lot. I don’t want to spoil this wonderful day by trying to do too much.
“Spikey? Time to go, honey.” I pet his shoulder to wake him. “Let’s go, little guy.”
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