
the flight to Seattle proved to be my first challenge. Initially I was unable to check in because I was early...as soon as I was able to do so, my flight was delayed and I would miss my connection in chicago. The counter guys were helpful about switching around my flights, but took so long to do so that my bags apparently almost missed the flight. In Denver, I was told I was going to Salt Lake city, and was then shown to a flight direct to Seattle. I ended up arriving nearly three hours early.

Time in Seattle was split between hanging out with jason and exploring the pikes place market. Naturally, everything appeared normal...


Soon enough, I found myself standing on the back deck of the ferry
mv Columbia.

My home, for the next three days and soon to be for a few months...

It is a bit cozy on the inside, but gives me enough room to stretch out.

I settled in for a three day ride, with no idea what I was in for.