My husband, Doc, and I moved to Bainbridge Island two years ago after four months in Seattle. We actually credit the ferry and the Fourth of July parade for the introduction to this beautiful place we now call home. That scorcher-of-a-day from Paradise, probably in the 80s, made a great impression on us to say the least.
Our opportunity to move to the Great Pacific Northwest came as a complete, unexpected surprise. A shock. Untimely and unwanted to be quite blunt and totally honest. But then so was the bankruptcy of my husband’s employer in Denver; however, the survival instinct of liking to eat (and the fact that it takes money to do so), prompted us to say yes when the job presented itself in Seattle. We made our way up here with our teeth chattering at what lay ahead (it had nothing to do with temperature).
