A damp week, full of movement, leaving me surprised, satisfied, yet fairly dulled down. Apparently, a common effect of leaving the city and walking into the middle of nowhere on an Island makes one sleepy. And sleep I have. In fact, I've been sleeping quite deeply every night at my newest hosts' home, Al and Carol. Residents of Lopez Island for 30 years. Preceding my ferry ride from Northern Washington to Lopez Island, I spent 4 days migrating from San Jose to Olympia once more, then a pit stop in Seattle where I met one of the coordinators of Lopez Community Land Trust. We ventured to the ferry, missing our target ship, and arriving onboard after dark. The darkness stole away possibly the most curious part of the whole trip: spending an hour leaving land, and
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