PINEAWEIGH - DAY TWENTY, the best start ever!

“Mom,” said son Gordy. “Go up on your flybridge and stand a little on the north side. There you are,” he said as I ascended the flybridge ladder as per request.

And there he was! Quartermaster Gordy Pine, standing on top of the Puyallup Ferry Pilothouse, waving good morning to me from across the mossy rock sea wall, across the stretches of steel and glass ferry walkway, silhouetted by the rising sun, telephone to his ear, waving ‘Good morning.’

”Better get back to work,” he said, turning and walking toward the east. This was so worth the wet cuffs of my pajama bottoms cupped under my slippers on the dew-drenched decks of the cockpit and flybridge. So, so worth wet cuffs. 

Day Twenty, penultimate cruising day for the annual Turner/Pine cruise, begins with joy.