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I put on and removed my jacket three times during our half hour ferry ride, as rain clouds and wind currents ebbed and flowed. Dozens of passengers craned their necks for views of the calm blue waterway while gulls soared high above. SUVs, motorcycles, and other passenger vehicles, many decorated with kayaks and bicycles, crowded the lower deck.
After several hours spent exploring the island we returned to 'the Door,' as evening sun rays lengthened and the water's surface glittered like a million stars. Storm clouds receded and a frothy wake foamed and churned behind us.
2 comments:
Wow, what a beautiful description! I haven't been to Door County in nearly 27 years, but I could feel the rhythm of the ferry on the water.
Vicarious Reader
Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it. More from the Door in upcoming posts.
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