Like we said, Tillie is a real beach bunny. We took a wrong turn this morning and ended up at the world’s longest beach. Where? Long Beach, of course. Who would have guessed?

Is it snow? Is it sand? No, but it could be chicken feed, or driveway fill, or those little gray pills middle aged women take. Still haven’t guessed? It’s a huge pile, one of many we saw, of oyster shells.



Then it was TREES, TREES, TREES and GREEN, GREEN, GREEN (almost enough to equals the HOT and FLAT of the plains). Washington certainly grows them bigger and taller than any we see in the east. However, unlike the plains, they don’t go on for days and by the middle of the afternoon we were on the ferry to Whidby Island. We were in line 3 which meant we were about the 40th vehicle in line. Unlike the ferry to Vinalhaven, this one was considerably bigger and we had no problem getting right on board. In fact, Tillie was put right up front so she got a bird’s eye view of the voyage.

Uncle Joe (another of Mary’s real uncles) and his wife Cathy are hosting us for the next few days. Right now everyone except Tillie is luxuriating in their hot tub overlooking the bay. Not bad.