Not exactly as we planned, but we finally made it to Fry Lodge Mud Bay this morning to kick off the Lopez chapter of our summer. The original plan was for me to collect Kristine and the kids at Seatac airport in a rental car last night, then drive to Anacortes in time to catch the last ferry to Lopez Island. Unfortunately, some birds got in the way of an on-time departure of their flight from Omaha’s Eppley Field, so they landed in Seattle three hours later than planned. Which meant we missed the last ferry. Which meant we finally fulfilled our wish to stay at the lovely Ship Harbor Inn in Anacortes. And get up at the crack of dawn to return the rental car, walk onto the ferry, and hitch a ride (not really, Grandma) from the Lopez ferry terminal to Fry Lodge. But in the end, this was much better than what was originally in store for me today: driving the rental car back onto the ferry from Lopez, dropping it off at Enterprise in Anacortes, and racing on my bike to catch a ferry back to the island. In retrospect, that was a horrible plan. So, the universe was looking after us, after all. Or, the birds at Eppley Field were.