Across the Sound

There’s something so awesomely crazy about driving, transporting your car on water, then driving away again. I mean, how often do you get to do that?

Okay, some get to do it often. The people of Seattle sure do.

For the rest of us, it’s kind of a miraculous feeling.

It was a few minutes before 8am last Saturday when me, Mr. H, and our car, Uschi, loaded onto the Edmonds-Kingston ferry in Washington.

We stepped out of the car to stretch our legs and watched the serene world go by through the big windows inside.

I love the inside of ferries, don’t you? They’re always so retro and battered, a great backdrop for some impromptu modeling shots.

inside edmonds-kingston ferry

edmonds-kingston ferry galley

I had been on a ferry once, maybe twice before, when I was a pup back in Southern California. But nothing could prepare me for taking a ferry across the Puget Sound on a January morning.

We scurried onto the freezing deck like a couple of kids.

It reminded me of running into the living room on Christmas morning, sneaking around at the crack of dawn so I could check out the pretty presents under the tree before Dad woke up.

britt on the ferry

edmonds washington

Every possible shade of blue, purple, and grey surrounded me. Like I had opened a box of crayons with only a few options.

But I wasn’t disappointed. It was just too beautiful.

puget sound in the morning

olympic mountains puget sound

Where does the water end? Where does the sky begin? I wanted to cry—my eyes barely knew how to handle visions like this…

puget sound

Others on the boat were just as hypnotized as we were. Bundled up couples strolled the deck, physically attached to each other in some way, their bodies begging for warmth.

couple walking on edmonds-kingston ferry

freezing on the edmonds-kingston ferry

A man who has probably taken this route every single day for years couldn’t resist the temptation to step outside in the biting cold.

To marvel at all of it—the majesty, the simplicity.

man on ferry

Even with all of this power, somehow the Sound was soundless. Here was a welcoming haven from the boisterous world we knew all too well.

The water danced, only because it wanted to. The wind whispered poetry. The birds played it cool.

It was a foreign land, an exquisite secret. Nobody gets to stay here…you can only pass through.

We felt honored to be here, to breathe in this unexpected bliss as we glided across the Sound.

 

32 thoughts on “Across the Sound

  1. I’ve been on a few ferries and love going out on deck to take in the scenery. It’s always so different from everything I normally see. 🙂 Too cold, though, and I might scurry back into a heated room!

    1. Isn’t it amazing?! Yes, and it can be quite cold. We took the Staten Island ferry in March one year right after an unexpected blizzard hit. We jumped outside for a couple of city pix, then shot right back inside. 🙂

  2. My brother and his family live on Martha’s Vineyard. Only way to get there (when my private plane is taking a break, of course) is to hop on a ferry at various ports along Cape Cod. My bro always brings a car with him when he comes to the mainland, for obvious reasons, and he talks about you have to make a reservation for the car, but you don’t have to go to such lengths for people. And pricey, good grief!

    I love being on the ferry, too, but not on the windy side. And the beers aren’t bad to sip during a trip either. 🙂

    1. Next time you have your private plane you should come pick me up and we’ll go see some sights. Think of the excellent blog post that will be!

      Yes, transporting a car is pricey. I’ve never had a beer on a ferry before! I know what I’m doing next time. 🙂

    1. Thanks, hon! I was just thinking about the Sound. It’s been almost two years since I’ve seen it. Feel like January is such a magical time to make that trek, especially that early in the morning. 😉

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