As of this post, we’re back. Back home, back on land. But not back to “reality” yet.
I feel like I learned a lot on this trip. About myself, about life, and about family. I’ll save that for another post.
But for now, let’s get up to speed on the last part of our trip.
I stopped taking as many pictures and videos (with the exception of the prolonged whale encounter we came across). So I’ll just be brief, and post the stuff I have with not a ton of context. Because, for the most part, what happened at the end of the trip, stays at the end of the trip… or something.
So here’s a map of our last official stop (not counting Seattle where we ended), Port Townsend.
When we last left off we were eating “Shrimp on the Barbie”.
After that we went to bed, and woke up.
In the morning we hung out, and decided to go check out “Seal Rock” in Rocky Bay on San Juan Island.
All the seals were gone when we got there, but I decided to check out the rock anyhow, cause I normally don’t go close to it. Once we were super close to the rock, I noticed a baby seal almost camouflaged on the rock.
I was trying not to disturb it, but once Jackson noticed, he started (understandably) yelling, “Baby seal! Seal, seal, seal!” That startled the little seal and it rolled off the rock into the water.
I felt a little bad, and at the same time, it was a fun experience, and it seems imprinted on Jackson’s memory days later, as evidenced by his “Baby, seal!” outbursts.
