Just before sunset on the second day, I managed to make it out onto the back deck. It was too cold to go wandering on the beach—the temperature would drop below fifty once the sun set. So I made do with a thick cable-knit sweater, hunched in the corner out of the worst of the wind, and kept my gaze fixed on the horizon.
I’d be leaving in the morning, driving back to the Bellingham airport. From there I’d fly directly to Vancouver, which would take me longer than if I’d driven, but it was worth it since I didn’t have my car.
This time it was sort of bittersweet to be saying goodbye. It had been a great, productive two days, and the small number of us had gotten along easily. I’d enjoyed myself and it was time well spent.
“You and Spence are certainly getting a long better.” Vincent’s dee
