We left whatever little town in Washington we spent the
night in and headed for Bellingham after a good night’s sleep.
It turned out that we’d driven further than originally
planned on Day 8, so instead of having two or three hours of driving to Bellingham,
we had less than one. Hurray! It was much less stressful this way, not having
to worry about whether or not we would be on time to catch the ferry.
Just outside of the city we stopped at Blanchard Mountain
Coffee company for coffee. Actually we stopped for gas and a bathroom break,
but this is Washington, after all, so
no one was surprised to see a drive through espresso shop. I got an Americano,
which is always a little bit of a risk, but it is incredible. Although I just
found out there are three shots of espresso in it instead of my usual two
shots. That could have something to do with it…
When we arrived in Bellingham, it looked much like I’d
remembered. It’s a cute little town built on the hillside with lots of adorable
shops downtown within walking distance of the ferry terminal. It was all a
little too “hipster” for John, but I really enjoyed it.
One of my friends I met on an online pastor’s wives forum,
Kelsey, drove down from Canada with her family to hang out with us. It was so
fun to meet her in person and get to meet her kids and husband too! They spent
a lot of the day with us and helped the time pass by much more quickly. Any
guesses as to how easy it is to keep two active boys contained and quiet in one
building for hours?
Haha. Yeah.
We got in our truck to be ready to drive on at three and
were about twenty minutes early. We eventually discovered, however, that the
ferry people have you ready way before
it’s actually time. Part of the reason we waited so long may have been because
of where we are getting off—they seemed to have organized the cars somewhat by
destination, which makes logical sense. Sometime after five—five thirty, maybe?
Maybe a little before—we drove onto the ferry, grabbed the kids and our
luggage, and headed up the stairs.
(Above is the view from our cabin window. It's the center of the boat--cool, huh?)
(Do you see this tent? That's how some people sleep on the ferry. On the deck. In a tent.
I love Alaska.
John loved the
first night on the ferry. Josh was excited to board but once we got on he
wanted to go back to the dock. And me? If you know me you know that I’m really
not good at trying new things (even new-ish—since I’ve done this before)
without being nervous about something, so I struggled with that the first day.
We had a delicious 4th of July dinner in the dining room here (which
is super nice!!) and then put the boys (and me) to bed.
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