|Big White at Home Base|
On September 9, 2013, we pulled into the Black Ball United States ferry terminal. The attendant at the front gate asked how many passengers we had on board.
“Two. Me and my wife,” Frank said.
“Just two? You don’t have other passengers?” he said.
“No. Would you like to have a look? It’s our motor home,” Frank said.
The bearded man stepped aboard and scanned the interior of our travelling home.
“So it is,” he said. He stepped off and waved us through to the ferry line up.
In park, we presented our passports to the boarder guard and received our official United States of America Department of Homeland Security sticker.
|Coho Seattle Ferry|
We bounced off the ferry at Port Angeles, Washington, where we had our passports checked one more time. After motoring a few kilometres, we switched drivers and I sailed down southbound highway 101 stopping at the Eldon Store to give our legs a rest. That day we journeyed 230 miles. We ended at a rest stop north of Portland and slept among the long-haul transport trucks.