Seattle

A small line of planes, two Beavers and an Otter, motored all the way to the north end of Lake Union before turning and one at a time taking off back over the south end of the Lake. I was in the Otter, on the way to Friday Harbor.

Coincidentally, J was in one of the Beavers, heading for Roche Harbor.  A circumstance that neither of us could have imagined 40 years ago growing up in Maine!

Between the overcast and an inadequate camera for aerial photography, I took a remarkable number of fuzzy photos of every spit, landslide, and island we passed over.  Some of my best shots were taken in the first minute of the flight as we climbed over Seattle Center and headed out over Elliott Bay.