Adventures in travel.
My daughter was heading home for Thanksgiving late Wednesday. She lives in Seattle, and took the bus to the ferry, and I was to pick her up from the Bainbridge terminal - on our side of Puget Sound.
My oldest son and I arrived just as my daughter texted to say she was almost ready to disembark. We could see the ferry a few hundred feet off of the dock. People got off, we waited. No daughter.
She called to say she was off the ferry, and all she saw was buses. The Bainbridge ferry terminal has buses on one side, and cars on the other. I told her she was on the wrong side.
She said, no, there was no car parking on either side. Only buses.
Son said there was another area where you can get off the ferry, so he walked off to check if she was there.
While he was gone I had an epiphany.
I texted her to ask someone what city she was in.
She texted back “Bremerton. Oh.”
Bremerton, which is about an hour south of Bainbridge, three hours south of home.
Both ferries depart from the same terminal in Seattle, but end up at far different locations.
She took refuge in a nearby Starbucks, had a chai latte, and waited an hour for us to make the long drive to a city I was unfamiliar with.
This will be a family Thanksgiving to live in infamy!