Rigel Here:
"It rained, and it rained, and it rained. Never in all his life, and he was 4 was it? or 5? Never, had piglet seen so much rain."
"It rained, and it rained, and it rained. Never in all his life, and he was 4 was it? or 5? Never, had piglet seen so much rain."
Two nights ago there was a lightning storm and it lasted an hour and was spent. The sky cleared up and was beautiful. That was Friday Harbor.
Last night, the lightning lasted over 5 hours. It was raining before we went to bed. It was raining when we got up. It was raining when we got on the ferry. Then we sailed somewhere drier. Huzzah! Now we are in Port Townsend and dreading another drenching as we are all quite thoroughly damp. We've started trying the "rely on the kindness of strangers" technique by tapping the couch surfing website.
There is a wood boats festival this weekend at Port Townsend so we'll either stay here on a dry couch, floor, bed, etc or we'll cycle onwards to Quilcene and couch surf there (hopefully again). The requests are out. On the plus side there is a camp ground right in townand the forecast is for sunshine next week. That will be welcome.
The view off the ferry was so grey that the horizon, sky, and even water were all equally obscured by a grey mist that only let up when the land or waves were close enough.
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