2009-07-24: On this morning, all of southern British Columbia were enveloped in fog. My goal was to reach a park on the coast of Washington. I drove with leisure as the distance was not too great. Unfortunately, the ferry crossing the
Strait of Juan de Fuca had been delayed by an hour or more earlier on, so the entire schedule was off. I had missed the most recent by a matter of minutes and had to wait about another ninety minutes for the next one to arrive. By the time I had crossed, I was too tired to drive and I had to stop and sleep. Though it was all too mundane, a 24-hour grocery store's parking lot was my stopping place.
2009-07-24: On this morning, all of southern British Columbia were enveloped in fog. My goal was to reach a park on the coast of Washington. I drove with leisure as the distance was not too great. Unfortunately, the ferry crossing the Strait of Juan de Fuca had been delayed by an hour or more earlier on, so the entire schedule was off. I had missed the most recent by a matter of minutes and had to wait about another ninety minutes for the next one to arrive. By the time I had crossed, I was too tired to drive and I had to stop and sleep. Though it was all too mundane, a 24-hour grocery store's parking lot was my stopping place.
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