Finally after much preparation, some tears, and forgetting a bunch of to-dos we hit the road, Eastward Ho! We crossed the Hood Canal Bridge and took the Bainbridge ferry, waving to our friends as we drove down the Island. Upon docking at the Coleman Dock, there was no doubt we were in Seattle: gray skies and some sort of liquid sunshine. We took a deep breath and a long last view of the great city, giving a fond farewell to all our friends and family, before setting the Grey Goose on the course east...there was some temptation to take in the ballgame, but we persevered. Perhaps the drizzly skies made it easier to leave it all behind.
Of course, east of the Cascades the sun was shining and the Grey Goose cruised along, laden with all our worldly possessions and everything.
One member of the clan didn't seem so thrilled with her lot in life, despite the fact that she probably had more square footage for her size than either of us. But she seemed to adapt fine with each new sniff and stop. And when we rolled into Spokavegas and settled in to our hotel, she seemed more than obliged to snuggle up and watch some Olympics with us.
We're all looking forward to our next few days relaxing on Spoon Lake just outside Glacier National Park, decompressing and focusing our attention forward .
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