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Home at Last
Friday, January 1, 1999 The last morning of Swing Out Northwest! People were sad to leave. There was quite a contingent of folks that had stayed up dancing all night. One young man had put his head down on the cafeteria table and was snoozing right there, with people eating breakfast all around him. I took my time, and packed up the car in a leisurely way, then turned in my room key and drove off. For some reason, there was a cloud of wood smoke in many of the areas I drove through, on my way to the ferry at Bainbridge. This was the same on my way to the camp, last Saturday! It's normal that people would be heating with wood in this rural area, but I hope they don't suffer from weather inversions all winter; it couldn't be healthy for them. Devin, Greg, Zena, and another woman I didn't know, all turned up on the same ferry as I did, so we all collapsed into some benches and shared a few final impressions of the camp. We were exhausted!
It felt so good to be home again. I had an orgy of journal catch-up and email catch-up, then took a walk down the hill to do some shopping at a store I've been wanting to visit. But they were closed for the holiday! So I wandered to a nearby drug store, wandered through the grocery store (but resisted buying any Cinnabon), and took the bus back up the hill. By this time it was dinner time, so I treated myself to a Kidd Valley burger and fries.
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