Our windshield at Christie’s

Our last windblown ferry day.

A good family day.

A morning spent with Jon, Amy and family.

And a get-together at Christie’s house for Suzanne’s birthday!

Kyle kind of ducked out of the group photo, so we made him pay with a close-up!

Henry won’t actually eat all those rawhide chews.

In fact, he won’t eat any of them.  We changed brands and now he only likes the new ones.  He gathers all the old ones we tried to feed him in a pile and lies on them, but he’ll hold out for a new one every day.

Friday

 

One more reminisce about Victoria.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And that’s all I have to say about that!

 

 

Today, we left Victoria for the Sidney, BC Ferry to Anacortes, WA; our eighth border crossing, and back in the USA for good (for this trip).  It felt different coming back.  It seemed simpler there.  Now we’re parked on the street in front of Christie and Andy’s house in Edmonds.

 

Back to Washington State part of the trip map

 

 

There goes the neighborhood.

 

Monday

 

Maybe Alaska is exactly like Hawaii, except in Hawaii there is no snow and cold to chase a person south.

 

There is something about Alaska that is troubling me though.  Alaska honors Daylight Savings Time.  All summer long, we’re going to bed while the sun is still up and waking up the next morning with the sun high on the horizon.  What’s the point?  What is there to save when it’s daylight all the time anyway!?  You’d think they would reverse the concept and save some of that summer daylight for the winter months when they really need it.

 

Our Colorado granddaughter, Taylor, is off on an adventure.  She flew to London and spent her birthday touring museums.  Then she got on a train to Aberdeen, Scotland,

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Aberdeen,+UK/@59.5960567,-79.6605341,3.16z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x4884054c1fd77549:0xe8bb05da5cf4c472!8m2!3d57.149717!4d-2.094278

 

… where she met up with the professor leading the dig Taylor is going to be working on for the next two weeks.  They’re excavating a bronze-age village.

 

And another anniversary.  Fourteen years ago today, we bought the 2005 Beaver Monterey Motorhome that is still serving us so well.

 

A drive in the Jeep on the beach during low tide at Anchor Point.

 

The Anchor River flowing to the sea.

 

And all us this will be under ocean after the 20-foot tide claims it.

 

Meanwhile, Henry is a happy boy.

 

(The volcano in the background, on the other side of the Cook Inlet, is the one Judy and I flew around just a few weeks back.)

 

Thursday

 

Can you spot anything in this picture?

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Can you spot the black bear?

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It’s a mom and her cub.

 

We saw her walk into the bushes.  It would be hard to know she was there if you didn’t know to look.