I was obviously going the other way. Everyone else was headed that direction. That direction being, all the tents I saw from the window of the ferry. Traveling from Victoria to Seattle was easy. The “Victoria Clipper” was a lot like a plane on water with seats, trays, stewards, and a movie. Customs was easy too. A woman asked me where I lived, “Bloomington, Indiana.” Done. I walked away from Pier 69 heading east. Being in opposition of the crowd was a delight, like a front row seat in a people zoo. I had a good sense where these people were headed, but no idea of why. At first, I thought fair or concert. But, it could have been a sporting event, or some occasion like the arrival of an important ship, or departure of someone
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