No, they're not praying. They are enjoying what we call the "heat hole". The nights are delightfully cool, great sleeping weather. Mornings, not so much. When we get up I close the windows and turn on the furnace to warm us up until the sun reaches Beluga. Sasha and Dave are heat seeking missiles...when the furnace clicks on they both quietly migrate to one of the most accessible heat vents and hang out in the hot air til they are nice and warm. When we were in Mexico with the two cats, we'd find them both squeezed between the chair and the cupboard, right where Sasha is. That is where it is the hottest.
|bus stop near our campground|
This is the restaurant we had dinner at last night. it is right across the street from where we ate with Cara the night before. Lots of good restaurants in Jesse's neighborhood! Dave and I thought Barrio was the best yet.
|doorway view. the little dots you see are all candles in a dividing wall|
|Street side view|
|Seattle buildings from the Ferry terminal|
|part of the skyline as we started pulling away|
|looking out the back of the Ferry|
|looking towards home|