Wish us luck - all the trash trucks need to get on the ferry too. And it's foggy...
Home safe and sound, listening to rain on the roof of the Shimmy Shack. The trip clocked in at 15 1/2 hours... not all bad - I had a sweet nap on the boat ride home, snuggled up with my pillow and blankie + little dog Q.
Val objected to the interruption in his schedule, but once the warm mash bucket arrived, all was forgiven. And my OCD hay hoarding tendencies are satisfied. (for now...)
Merry Christmas Val!
|First on the ferry (yay!)|
|The winner again :D|
|Cramulated with fragrant heavy bales|