Pat woke me too early. Bailey had had another panic attack at 2:30 AM. We went to the salon, made a bed out of the settee, he got a 1/2 tablet of aceprotab, finally snoring, curled at my feet at who knows what time as my glasses were keeping Patrick company below.
It was clear and lovely at Port Ludlow. Foghorns voiced foreboding.
Creeping into Puget Sound’s dense fog, stress levels rose despite radar assistance. Crossing shipping lanes with the Coast Guard warning of quarter mile visibility is nerve wracking but at least the bigger boats are visible on AIS (Automated Identification System). South of Whidbey Island, the fishing boats were swarming like gnats, darting unpredictably on the radar screen, invisible in the fog. “Pat, do fishing boats use radar?” 😦
We made it past the Mukilteo ferry, whose captain had some choice words for some clueless gnats, with no collisions. Only then did the fog begin to lift to reveal a warm, calm sunny day in Everett. No wonder there were so many fishing boats out! Perfect weather for docking after a stressful morning. A perfect end to a wonderful vacation.
Holeinthewater 
Oh Mary Jo, I loved reading all of your blogs!!!! What a great ending, great picture of you guys : )
Thanks for sharing your adventure with us.
Leslie
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Thanks so much, Leslie. We were thrilled that it all worked out: to get away and explore a bit of Vanvouver Island with just enough adventure. Thanks for coming along and enjoying it with us!
Mary Jo
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