29/5: On the ferryride from Victoria to Port Angeles, Mr. P refused to talk with me. He was angry with me for forcing him to leave Whiskey Creek and his new best friend Kermit.
I thought he was being unreasonable, so I left him to brood by himself. I bought six Reese peanutbutter cups with the remainder of my Canadian coins and went out to watch the ocean and listen to podcasts from the Swedish public radio. The wind was fierce!
Katja Malmborg 