Kris and I are taking a short vacation to Washington State’s San Juan Islands.
“What time does the ferry leave from Anacortes?” I asked last night before bed. We were planning our agenda.
“5:25,” Kris said. “And if we miss that, the last ferry is at 6:00. What time do you think we should leave?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “How about ten? Then I can go to the gym first.”
“How about nine?” Kris said.
I went to the gym when it opened this morning at eight. I lifted weights. I ran on the treadmill. When I got home at 9:15, Kris asked, “How long until you’re ready to leave?”
“About half an hour,” I said. “I still need to pack. What’s the rush?”
“I don’t want to miss the ferry,” she said.
In true J.D. fashion, I dragged my feet. I answered some e-mail. I made a post at Get Fit Slowly. I debated which sweater to bring. “Come on,” Kris said.
We finally left the house at around ten. On our drive north, we listened to This American Life. We listened to The Decemberists. We chatted. We made good time.
“We’re making good time,” I said. “But we still have to make it through Seattle.” Seattle’s traffic is a nightmare.
But this time, we only had a five-minute patch of stop-and-go in the city, and then it was smooth sailing. We left Seattle at about 1:30.
“Huh,” I said. “Is there a ferry before the 5:25?”
Kris checked. “There’s a 2:45,” she said. “Do you think we can make it?”
“It’s going to be very very close,” I said, and I stepped on the gas. We flew through Everett. We flew through Mount Vernon. We tried to fly to Anacortes, but our progress was slowed by a minivan from Pennsylvania and a pumpkin festival.
“I don’t think we’re going to make it,” I said, as we marched through the lights in downtown Anacortes. “I guess we’ll have to settle for being 2-1/2 hours early.”
As we crested a bluff, we saw the 2:45 ferry pulling away. Kris gave me a look.
The good news is:
- We’re first in line for the 5:25 ferry to San Juan island.
- There’s a picnic table we can sit at while we wait.
- For $3.95, I was able to purchase two hours of wireless so that I could share this funny story with you.
As a footnote for the Ice Queens in the audience, Kris has decided it’s too cold at the picnic table, and she’s gone to sit in the car. I bet she’ll be back to join me sometime in the next two hours!