After Don and I were married (in Texas) we decided to move back to Alaska and we took the ferry home.
Now we sit and watch the ferry as it departs - listen to the whistle blow and echo off the hills of Bellingham. That is one of my favorite sounds - I could listen to it forever. We haven't been back to Alaska in over 40 years, but these trips to the ferry make us want to go - and we shall - someday.
Down the channel and to Alaska . . .
This past Friday we were treated to a display of ducks in the bay.
Barrow's Golden Eye ducks - such cute small ducks - and they swam right in front of where we were parked. I got out of the car and stood in the chilly wind to get some good pictures.
I'm glad I did. The little flock swam back and forth in front of us and under the small dock nearby, several times, so I had lots of chances for good pictures.
There was one lone Western Grebe fishing . . .
And he'll tell the king over there on the pilings.