We got up a bit early so we could do last minute packing, and cleanup. The process of leaving requires more than one would do for leaving a campsite. But, ultimately we said goodbye to "Reaching Heaven" which served us well on the high seas, and many excursions to shore to barter with the local natives. Only the natives have gotten pretty capitalist savy in negotiations. We were nearly out of cash.
We walked back to the ferry terminal from the charter company, about half-a-mile, and under the 85-degree morning, I was covered in sweat by the time we got there.
The ferry ride was again, an hour. Sitting up top helped cool me down from the walk, but I ended up sunburning on knee which faced the sun. It was a small price for the air.
We drove to Alexa's apartment where we to spend the night, then next day pack the car with her stuff. In the car on the way from Atlanta, she was posting a "FREE BED" which we hoped someone would be able to pick up the next day. Otherwise, we would have to get real creative on how to get rid of her large items. They certainly aren't going back to Boise on the top of a RAV4.
We got to Alexa's apartment, and she started digger around a bush by the door. The digging was getting a little more frantic and non directional. You see, while we were off sailing, she arranged to have a friend adopt her cat. She arranged also to leave the key under a log by the house. Apparently, the key was adopted as well. We sifted through grass and twigs, but no key.
We had to abandon the search as it was not 11pm. We have traveled all day; we were hot; we were sweaty. But more so, we were also homeless. Sandra found us a Hotel close by, so we harbored the storm at a Holiday Inn, and planned for how we were to get a key to the house. The choices weren't pretty. It's a Saturday on a 3-day holiday weekend, and we have a mission to pack up Alexa's items and get on the road for 6-days back to Boise. If there ever was a Ugly Chronicle...this was it.
NOW Begins the Trip Home.