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