This morning we drove down from Vancouver back to the US (USA USA USA!) and somehow we ended up in the border crossing lane of the scariest crossing guard ever (are they called crossing guards? Lizzie and I watched a show about Canadian border agents and they were always finding drugs and stuff. We only had the extra weight from all the delicious Canadian food we ate.) and it took us like 20 minutes longer to cross than it would have if we'd ended up in a different lane. Unfortunately (fortunately?) the intense guard found us to be thoroughly non threatening, and didn't send us to the secondary check line, like he had with everyone else. Our destination was Anacortes, WA, where we boarded the ferry (RIP Dr. Derek Sheppard) to San Juan Island. Can you find the hidden mountain in the bottom picture?
We walked the mile up to our hotel (that went really well and really gracefully, I swear. We didn't take Maude on the ferry--she's waiting for us back in Anacortes, and we didn't groan, fatly, as we dragged our bags up THE GIANT FUCKING HILL to our hotel) and then walked back down for dinner (and the bookstore) and Lizzie bought us some DELICIOUS WHISKEY and now we are doing important things like blogging and reading ghost stories in our glorious suite.
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