After several hectic days of trying to get our lives in enough order to abandon them for two weeks, we made it on the road today at about 4:30. Mike says, "getting out of the house was a grind. I was stressed out, but Naomi was a saint as always."
We took the highway to Portland, and got on the ferry. We lashed the bikes down in a line of about 30 bikes. We happened to be next to a few other beamers in a sea of pirates. One of them is a 1979 R85, which if memory serves is the same as my (Naomi) dad's (minus the slash 7).
The ferry is really nice. We got a room at the front of the boat. It has several cute pillows, which made me feel very fancy. We took some pictures, but will have to post them later because they are on the camera.
Aside: Mike just asked how fast we are going, wanted to know if we could be trolling for tuna, promptly answered his own question (17 knots... 18 by the time I typed this). He also informed me that we have 180 miles to go.
We are now sitting in a bar at the front of the boat. There is a piano player, and Mike is very absorbed in navigation. He wants to ask Carlos, the crew member who is responsible for our our cabin, if he can go see the bridge. I'm pretty sure the answer is no, but we are going to try to milk this honeymoon thing as much as we can. Another couple has us beat though. She is still wearing her wedding dress.
Okay, I'm going to geek out with Mike.
We took the highway to Portland, and got on the ferry. We lashed the bikes down in a line of about 30 bikes. We happened to be next to a few other beamers in a sea of pirates. One of them is a 1979 R85, which if memory serves is the same as my (Naomi) dad's (minus the slash 7).
The ferry is really nice. We got a room at the front of the boat. It has several cute pillows, which made me feel very fancy. We took some pictures, but will have to post them later because they are on the camera.
Aside: Mike just asked how fast we are going, wanted to know if we could be trolling for tuna, promptly answered his own question (17 knots... 18 by the time I typed this). He also informed me that we have 180 miles to go.
We are now sitting in a bar at the front of the boat. There is a piano player, and Mike is very absorbed in navigation. He wants to ask Carlos, the crew member who is responsible for our our cabin, if he can go see the bridge. I'm pretty sure the answer is no, but we are going to try to milk this honeymoon thing as much as we can. Another couple has us beat though. She is still wearing her wedding dress.
Okay, I'm going to geek out with Mike.