Ferry tale

I’d done a Puget Sound ferry ride before but without a car. I kind of knew what to expect but still get a kick out of driving my car on to another vehicle and having that vehicle move my car somewhere. These are the kind of five year old ideas I have. This five year old is also the one who points out to Jayne how amazing it is that just on the other side of the reservoir levee is WATER! If we were just on the other side of that hill, we’d be under feet of water.

Jayne also got a kick out of pulling our car in to a tight little highway layout and just leaving it there while we go up to peruse the cafeteria. On the boat. That has our car on it.

The old guy who parked next to us must have been excited about all this too because he opened his car door right in to ours while we were still settling. He was this professor-type (sorry Dad) who cruised up in his hot Toyota Solara convertible with his hot wife. Take note: his wife was as hot as his goldy-sandalwoody Toyota Solara convertible. For those of you that drive Sebrings, I am getting at the fact that neither of these things are hot. He gave that kind of “oof” face/noise when he did it but most certainly did not acknowledge us. He zipped that top up real fast and grabbed his tweed jacket out of the trunk, tightened his wool cap and hoofed it out of our sight. There weren’t any noticeable marks or I would have tore up shit. Tore up shit!

The fog was thick on the way to the peninsula. It definitely had that eerie “abandon all hope” kinda feel, like the end of Children of Men, except Jayne wasn’t pregnant. She isn’t, I promise.

Once we left the ferry, we could really see why it was a wise decision. Being Sunday, everybody was lined up out the town for miles to get on the ferry back to town. This contributed to that “abandon all hope” feel with lines of stopped cars on a highway with people outside the vehicles. I really hoped we weren’t heading in to something disastrous.