Okay, pushing off from the Coho Ferry Terminal in Port Angeles. When I woke up at 4:30a.m. my ancient bedside digital radio was flashing 3:30a.m. Damn, forgot all about the springing forward.

The drive was trippy. I literally didn’t see a car on my side of the road for 90 of the 120 miles. And only ones going in the opposite direction every 15-20 minutes. It was like the road was closed just for me.

It’s hella windy so the crossing is going to be a challenge. I am supe prone to sea sickness. When my sibs and I spread my mom’s ashes in the Pacific Ocean near the Long Beach, CA port a decade ago, they took great joy in my suffering. The worse I felt, the better they did. There’s no substitute for sister and brotherly love.

A peek inside my birdbrain for the next 90 minutes. “If against all odds, this giant ferry boat capsizes, I can no doubt can swim circles around everyone else on board. Yeah, but then again, given my lack of body fat, I will be the first to succumb to hypothermia. So yeah, definitely gonna die.”