I’ve always been a little fascinated by houseboats. If you’ve read Bone Dry, you know that a houseboat features in that book. But until last weekend, I’d never had a chance to sleep in one.
My friends and I booked the Yellow Ferry for a girlfriends getaway. Now berthed in beautiful Suasalito, it’s the oldest surviving ferry on the west coast. Back in the 1880s, it made its home in Puget Sound. You can read all about it here.
We had nice neighbors: a sea lion and a lot of birds. I especially liked this pelican, who was pals with the cormorants (those are ducks on the far left).
We couldn’t, alas, go on the roof:
But we were all vastly entertained by this toilet. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a toilet quite so much, in fact. 🙂
And now I want to run away from home and live on the ferry forever.