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August 27th, 2006 by juliette061

August 20th, 2006 – San Juan Island

Check in was today, but I’m ahead of myself.
Washington was incredible, beautiful land, water, air, weather, wildlife, people… I love it here. Spent Friday hanging around with Sandy – shopping for my faboo binocs, and other essentials, and dinner at the mouth watering Lobster Pot – where I had the best salmon I have ever tasted. yummmm!Saturday we drove to Belling ham to chill with Suzie – farmers market (and the biggest blackberries I’ve ever seen), yarn stores, and other fun shops. Sunday we were up at the friggin crack of dawn so we could catch the Anacortes ferry to Friday Harbor.
The ferry over was great, so stunning and so peaceful. San Juan Island and Friday Harbor are lovely, the town is so Adorable! We (Sandy, Suzi, Sebastian & I) shopped around a bit and enjoyed some lunch. So nice :).
So back to check in. I’ve got my own room, and it faces the water. nuf said. The two girls I’m living with -Erin from NH (and a SEA sailor who’s also been on Westward!) and Emily from PA are both nice and fun to chat with. The other girls, Rena from LA (who studies owls and can do calls), Peggy from WA (as crazy as me when it comes to orcas!), and Colleen from CO are also cool. My fears about a program of all girls were rapidly calmed. Our main instructors, Jason and Donna seem great too.
I’m so psyched – we’re oing to Lime Kiln tomorrow to hike around a bit – should be loads of fun. I really hope some whales pass close to shore – I’m giddy to see an orca!! Oh my goodness. well I’ll leave you on a cheerful note: I’m pooped and have a headache! (but in a good way!) Time for bed! orca <3! 🙂

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2006 fall
August 27th, 2006 by juliette061

Thoughts on the plane… (different, luckily, from snakes)

8/18/06
So here I am. Flying hundreds of miles an hour towards my new life, figuratively and litterally. We took off through a haze which broke upon the backs of clouds like ice fields into a streak of orange dawn. We raced time and won by an hour, the city of Chicago, shrouded in mist and smog, rose like a castle through gray clouds. We shot back into the sky through a mornign as dark as the dawn I’d left behind and sailed on the wind across to the west guiding the way for the sun to follow. I passed over dry earth cracked and splintered by mountains splattered with snow, and over checkerboard and polka dot fields. The mist above the mountains was opalescent blue and the aura gave the scene a calming power. roads racing through the mountains echoed a topography map – though none seemed to lead to the cities nestled in the valleys…

It is a curious thing, taking these steps. Feeling so ready as I move into the unknown. I know I must exceed the greatest of my expectations.

100 miles out from Seattle two mountains spyhopped above the clouds, showing thier white sides and black edging. Welcome to your new home, welcome to Washington.