Wellington…yes, I seem to remember I went somewhere called Wellington. Excuse the sparse pictures and details, my time in Wellington is covered in a slight fog that seems to have a British accent for some reason.
The day after finishing the QCT, I hopped onto the Iterislander Ferry to make my way over to Wellington. As we cruised through the sounds, I was snapping photos like a maniac. I will say, I have now learned trying to take good photos holding your camera on a ferry is futile. As we got onto open water, I went back inside to demolish a bag of day old pastries I had bought for $5. Some waves started and I thought to myself, “Oh it’s a good thing I don’t get sea sick.” I used to have an iron stomach, take me on all the spinning rides at the fair after I eat 12 dozen mini powdered donuts, I am a god! Age messes you up apparently.Read More