Well, friends, the last two weeks have been both an indescribable experience and nothing like I expected. Now, late on this fifth of July, I find myself back on the mainland wishing Ken an excellent voyage until I may return.
Last night the fireworks lit Fisherman Bay up like a lantern; hype put forth by the Lopez Island locals was not understated. One organizer even told me that funding difficulties made this one of the shortest shows in years, but it was still the best I have ever seen, an hour in time that I cherish and hope to relive.
After a superb glass blowing demonstration we noticed that the western clouds were luminescent and faint booms were audible from Friday Harbor, which prompted Ken, Darci and me to make way for the dinghy and return to Layla for the Lopez show.
At half past ten we enjoyed some apple pie, drinks, and a hell of a lot of fireworks. I do believe that the Fisherman Bay show will be my priority on July 4 every year.
Now, as to why your humble correspondent is no longer on the islands, a mere two weeks after embarking. Truly, it is difficult for me to adequately explain. As you may have gathered from my last post, I have been doing a lot of introspection, compounded with some personal struggles I will not detail. I hope to rejoin the crew before long, but my choice now is to be home and work on my sanity.
Of course, keep posted on Ken's updates which will continue to flow (complete with some great fireworks photos), and I will do my part to keep updating as I am involved.
~e.w.
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