We have to wait an hour for the ferry to Bainbridge. I fret that my big sunglasses, which are perfect for my big head, are out of style again.

Don't worry -- we don't need an appointment today. It's their last open garden day of the year.










"This place is very Pan's Labyrinth," my husband said, and he didn't even see the little fairy girl running through the trees.












Yes, very Pan's Labyrinth.

















On our way to Kingston, we stopped at the grave of Chief Sealth, former head of the Suquamish tribe and the namesake of Seattle.



I see that people have decorated his grave with firecrackers and casino trinkets, two things that can be found in abundance on the reservations out here.


