In the middle of Puget Sound, off the coast of Seattle, Washington sits Vashon Island. There is no bridge connecting Seattle to the island, you can only reach it by ferry boat. This thirteen mile (long) by 6 mile (across) mass of land is shaped like a lower case "h." Once there were two islands: Vashon and Maury, they are now joined by a little strip of land called Burton. Burton was our destination as Andy, the airport shuttle driver, a passenger named Karen and I drove onto the ferry to cross from Seattle to Vashon Island.
The house, I have described below. The people inside were a mixture of old and young. The "old" would be Andy and me from Virginia and my son's new wife's parents Pat and Peg from Florida. Friends of Travis and Maureen (the young) came from New York City, Kansas City, Richmond, VA, and LA, California. Travis and Maureen and son Macrory live in Portland, Oregon so we arrived from all over the country. The "very young" was my grandson, 9 years old.
I read in one publication from the Chamber of Commerce that called Vashon Island "Quirky." I call it charming and a little jewel! I confess, Dear Readers, I have fallen in love with Vashon. So let me tell you a little about it. Read on, please.
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