Reading the Inside Passage

On the way home from Aunt Betty's funeral I met Andrew in Vancouver. Together we traveled south on the train to Bellingham to catch the ferry home. We arrived a day early and spent hours in the book store. Two books caught my eye, a graphic novel on the Vietnam War, a favorite topic of mine these days, and an architect's analysis of "camps," everything from going recreational tenting to refugee camps. Just admired the drawing so far.

The ferry trip was unusual for the west coast - four days of gentle breezes and full sunshine - a lot of people were in shock. Andrew responded by sleeping in a lot. I, on the other hand, was up early, grabbed a coffee and settled out on the deck to read and watch the mountains go by.

In Skagway Mum came down to pick us up. She was late, had hoped to get into Skagway early and enjoy a halibut burger for lunch but ran into difficulties on the road.