Reluctantly, the boat turns slowly back toward Friday Harbor. On the return trip, I search through my digital shots, still beaming over the breach I caught on disk. Mom and I end the day at the lighthouse, watching the sun set over Canada. The sky is ablaze with oranges and reds and just as night is settling warm over the lighthouse, a harbor seal appears near the rocks where we sit. Shortly, the lone seal slips into the darkness.
Mom points to a picnic table, saying there is a cat underneath it.
Already missing my cats, I needed a cat fix, so I move toward the picnic table, but then I notice that it isn't a cat. It's a small dog. The dog trots toward me. It's a little red fox and I am mesmerized. Finally, the little guy ambles off after circling us once.