Bainbridge vs. Bremerton

Last weekend, I agreed to attend my friend's baby shower. She moved from Ballard to Bainbridge Island last year and I'd only been out there for her housewarming party.

I was so nervous about getting there on time that I made sure to get to the ferry terminal early. I inadvertently got there an hour early so I thought I'd just sit in my car in the parking lot until the ferry started to board. The first sign of trouble was when I blithely ignored the signs and got on the ferry that the little ferry people waved me onto.

I cranked up the radio and sat in my car waiting for the ferry to depart. The second sign of trouble was when I noticed it moving 45 minutes ahead of schedule. I just thought I may have misread the ferry schedule the night before.

Keeping in mind that the ferry ride to Bainbridge Island should take 30 minutes, I started to worry after 45 minutes. I turned my mind back to the signs at the ferry terminal and realized that they all said BREMERTON. The trifecta of omens was complete.

Classic Lily! So I got off the ferry in Bremerton, turned around to get back on the ferry to Seattle, when the ferry guy told me that I could drive to Bainbridge. Forty-five minutes later, I crossed Agate Pass. I ended up being 15 minutes early!