Jun 4
Ferry Knitting
Knitting on the interisland ferry is still one of my favorite things. Instead of sitting in a fluorescent-lit room somewhere, I happily knit as the ferry makes its loop around the four largest islands.
The view never fails to impressโฆ islands behind islands, faint and misty in the distanceโฆ brilliant blue skies, so often full of artistically rendered clouds piled to the horizon.
Water traffic is a wonder. The machinery of ferry landings looks alike, of course, but immediately beyond, each island is uniqueโฆ buildings clustered along winding roads that disappear into green forests.
Ah, my island life. I get to live here.
