En route to have my brakes checked. The hilly terrain extracts a toll on stopping mechanisms.
From the car deck I look out on to the briny Pacific, watching enormous logs pitch and toss in the sea. The logs sometimes break free from the massive logs booms that come down from the north. Nighttime crossings require extreme vigilance from the ships’ captains.
I rarely cross the ferry without company in the back seat. The peace is rather nice.
Ouch! Looks like it was a painful journey! I think you need stocks in Band-Aid. Gotta love the Toddler Camp t-shirt that Liliana is wearing at 9 years old. She must have worn it down to her ankles, at the time. How is she doing in her school?
Lori
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