We packed up all our stuff, got the truck loaded up, and said goodbye to the wonderful cabin that had been our special retreat. As I was driving back to the ferry, the girls were chatting about what they wanted to do when we got back. I just listened to the radio, and enjoyed the scenery as we drove.

Sunday morning ferries are usually not as busy as the runs later in the day, so we got right on. The ride back was fairly uneventful, but peaceful. We got back to our neighborhood later in the afternoon, and the girls took their things out of the truck and both gave...