Sharp Shooters Eleven: Ferry To Bremerton
Cesar and I went on our eleventh sharp shooters meeting to Bremerton. We traveled by ferry to the strange little naval town. On the ferry we watched the water lap around us. We saw seals sunning on the bobbing buoys. At one point, two friendly seagulls glided next to the ferry. I eagerly took their pictures while Ces hid from his old nemesis, the bird. Ferry's are also great for people watching. It is fun to guess if people are going to or away from home and what they are going to do when they get there.
I've been to Bremerton twice now, and both times I thought the town felt oddly eerie. The town looks like it should be full of people, but once Ces and I went past the small area just outside the ferry terminal, the city felt deserted. Where was everyone? Abducted by aliens? Turned into ghosts? Disappeared mysteriously like the Roanoke colony? Who knows. (cue Twilight Zone song.... dudu dudu, dudu dudu.)
We spent a while walking along the shore. Everything we walked by was covered with barnacles. It felt like we were archeologists discovering the remains of our own culture. Like we got sucked into a time warp and the world we grew up in disappeared eons ago. But we found the remains of our civilization: an old children's bike, a sewing machine, bits and pieces of ceramics and pottery. We try to make our minds blank so we can take on the role of the future's anthropologists, and we ask ourselves 'What do all these barnacle covered remains mean?'
I've been to Bremerton twice now, and both times I thought the town felt oddly eerie. The town looks like it should be full of people, but once Ces and I went past the small area just outside the ferry terminal, the city felt deserted. Where was everyone? Abducted by aliens? Turned into ghosts? Disappeared mysteriously like the Roanoke colony? Who knows. (cue Twilight Zone song.... dudu dudu, dudu dudu.)
We spent a while walking along the shore. Everything we walked by was covered with barnacles. It felt like we were archeologists discovering the remains of our own culture. Like we got sucked into a time warp and the world we grew up in disappeared eons ago. But we found the remains of our civilization: an old children's bike, a sewing machine, bits and pieces of ceramics and pottery. We try to make our minds blank so we can take on the role of the future's anthropologists, and we ask ourselves 'What do all these barnacle covered remains mean?'