it’s a Kerry Hanem. At least, that’s what it says. That’s probably not even a real person. Who could possibly know.
I’m sitting in a hotel in Anacortes, Washington, about 60 miles east of Victoria, B.C. My original plan went something like this: Sweet! My boss is paying me to travel to the top of beautiful Washington state, take lots of pictures, catch up on my writing, and yadda, yadda, yadda. What really happened is we left the office at 5am on Tuesday, arrived 14 hours later, went straight to the site, and have been working more than the Sun ever since. On a happy note, overtime kicked in today. That needs a smiley.
:)
Our schedule is a bit unpredictable, but we’re hoping for a sight-seeing day before we go home. This state is absolutely amazing! A little heavy on the hippies, but otherwise Anacortes is a pleasant little town.
The other morning I was hanging off the side of the Shell refinery we’re working on when I looked over my shoulder and saw below me a thick wave of morning fog wisping through a forest of Christmas trees; only their tops were sticking out. The Sun was just beginning to color the snow-capped mountains with all shades of purple and yellow and orange. That’s when I decided it was necessary to figure out how to get my camera into the plant without becoming a terrorist or Green Peace activist.
I’m normally not for all that nature stuff, but to quote Dr. Evil, it was friggin’ awesome.