My last ferry ride? (Charlotte Young photo)
I really did leave.
After 54 years in Washington state, 36 on Whidbey Island, and 20 in my duplex on Penn Cove, I stumbled my way through airport security Wednesday, and am now in my third day living in West Virginia.
I followed my sister and brother-in-law and three nephews, who left Freeland back during Spring Break.
The first moment I stepped out of Dulles Airport and into the steaming hot sludge known as non-Pacific Northwest weather was like being hit by a freight train.
But, so far, other than a quick, ferocious thunder storm my first day in West Virginia, it’s been like being on Whidbey, just a couple degrees hotter.
And yes, I know these last two days are unusual, and my baptism by fire (or by mugginess, bugs, and sometimes brutal weather changes) is likely just around the corner.
We shall see how I endure.
But, for now, if you hadn’t heard, now you know why Coupeville Sports, which generally publishes daily, has gone into shutdown.
For those who still want to see stories from the past 13 years, all 12,110 of them are still available here, as the blog is paid for through the next eight months.
Will I add to it? Well, covering sports in Cow Town while living several thousand miles away, would not be easy.
But never say never. Weirder things have happened.
For now, let’s all just agree to pray that the weather stays moderate here. I wasn’t made to marinate in mugginess 24/7/365.
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