And that's where it all started going a bit pear-shaped. A nice woman came up to the car to ask if we were aware that one of our tires was flat. Really flat. We weren't. It was. I hurried back to the ticket booth to find out if there was any sort of gas station in Southworth immediately after getting off the ferry. There wasn't and, what's more, we wouldn't be allowed on the ferry with a flat tire. I hurried back to tell Scott the unhappy news, all the while cursing the premature ending to our outing. Scott, however, realized that of course there would be a spare in the car and, Virgo that he is, he worked out how the jack went together and changed the tire in less than twelve minutes. I have rarely been so impressed by anyone doing anything. Sadly, the stress of the whole business prevented me from taking any photos. Trust me when I say it was quite remarkable.
We were able to board the ferry and, despite "low pressure" warnings, damaged air pumps at gas stations, missing a turn-off or two, and a memorial service being held at the Mary E Theler Community Center, we eventually found ourselves on the trail to the wetlands.
Which were, I'm sorry to report, a little underwhelming. Oh there were unexpected highlights such as the woman in her rhinestone sunglasses, cigarette, and overly tight clothes who was accompanied by her ill-mannered children; she was just so very much the Natasha character in The Seagull Project's 's production of The Three Sisters. And, less cattily, there was the rather amazing skeleton of a gray whale. Like Cary Grant in North by Northwest, I thought it might be a fake.
|tail portion of the grey whale skeleton|
The birding on the ferry heading over wasn't bad either; I realized later that we'd seen three different flavors of cormorants as we were approaching/leaving Vashon Island. Double-crested, pelagic, and Brandt's cormorants were all mingling nicely, though I managed only the double-crested and pelagic in one shot.
|Double-crested and pelagic cormorants, Alex-view|
And the water was so clear that we could the feet of the adorable little grebes
(western, horned I'm now thinking) who were paddling about the water nearby. I suspect it says nothing good about the cleanliness of the water, but I like the lines in the water in this photo of the grebes.
Getting home involved a missed exit, a blocking train, and a "forgotten kittycat" (not ours!) on the ferry but eventually we reached the sanctuary of home and Gradka and the liquor cabinet with the Zipcar safely returned to its spot, little spare wheel still safely attached.