My first indication that I'm not where I thought I was: a campaign sign on Whidbey Island
Between 11:10 and 12:30 I took my books down to the rocky beach and did homework. If I turned to face away from the ocean, this was my view.
And now, some up-close things I spotted on the beach. First, this cool infinity-shaped whorl on some driftwood.
The beach is mostly rocky. Almost every clustering of rocks is a mini still-life.
Sometimes I was reminded that there is life outside of reading, writing, new friends, and the rocky beach. This piece of driftwood was one such reminder.
Sometimes I spotted other writing students on the beach. Here, Nancy and Steve, on a rock-hunting expedition.
from the building that serves as our classrooms, you can see lots of ships going by. these huge cruise ships were a shock, though.
Fort Casey was built in 1897. Obviously, some of the buildings have disappeared. Ripe for ghost stories!
After my morning run, I met my roommate Cyn on our porch for coffee each morning. This is the view from our porch.
At 7:25 or so Stefon would walk by on his way to breakfast. (Cyn and I opted out.)
Sometimes Robert stopped by for coffee and a chat.
Here's what it felt like.
Some days it was too cold. Then we decamped to living room and pot-bellied stove fire.
We were fed quite well at Whidbey. Dessert every night if we wanted it. I am a sucker for bread pudding. Stefon thinks this is funny.
One evening we decided it would be a good idea to jump into Puget Sound. It must have been about 54 degrees in there. Not bad.
One day, Merone, Cyn and I went into town for lunch. I was enjoying mussels when I looked up and spotted this. I think my first coherent thought was "Oh, gross. Moose drool."
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We took the ferry to get off of Whidbey and onto the mainland for the drive home. From left to right, Nancy, Stefon, Jackie, and Mandy. Until January, friends!