For the next couple of days, I'm here in Friday Harbor, Washington, on San Juan Island, just a few miles from British Columbia (soon to be the home of some of my favorite people).
The flights were all fantastic. They even had diet Pepsi on the plane, which makes me happy. My Dad is a perfect traveling companion.
I couldn't stop looking out the window. I've never flown this particular route before, from Chicago to Seattle, and I was fascinated by the quilts of farms as well as the snow-capped mountains. It was all so beautiful!
We saw Mt. Ranier from the plane long before we landed. I think I took about 100 pictures. It's so weird to see it looming up out of the clouds!
After we landed in Seattle, we hopped on a tiny little plane to fly to Friday Harbor. I was apprehensive when I heard we'd be a 4-seater. Last time I was in one I was four years old. My uncle took us up after Sunday lunch one day, and I threw up. Fortunately, I found the whole experience to be absolutely amazing this time! What an awesome way to see Seattle:
And to get to San Juan Island. This was one of those times I wish I had a nice camera!
That's Lopez Island above, where my cousin Scott and his family live. We are taking a ferry across to see them tomorrow.
Our pilot spotted whale-watching boats right outside of Friday Harbor, so he circled around. We saw a couple of whales frolicking, but not closely enough to really see any detail. He was an awesome pilot.
And the rest of the pictures below are Friday Harbor on San Juan Island.
My Aunt Ann and her wonderful husband, Jack, met us at the little airport and brought us back to their home and fed us swiss chard from their garden and kobe beef that my cousin raises.
Today we are driving around the island and just enjoying being together. My aunt says she feels absolutely fine, although her prognosis is bleak. It is lovely to see my 86- year-old father together with his 81-year-old baby sister. Life is sweet, even in it's saddest moments.