Speaking on the Island

This past Sunday we were asked to re-give our talks on Anderson Island (the ward there is so small they need people to travel there so they don't have to hear from the same people every week.) It felt like a mini vacation- traveling on the ferry and checking out an island I've never been to! Anderson Island was a tiny little island with a tiny little community- very quaint. It seemed like a great place to get away from it all with lots of places to go camping! Lizzie loooved the ferry ride, pointing at the water and all the boats. She was a natural little commuter- relaxing in the booth and reading the baby news.

The island was so small and we had such an easy time getting on the ferry in the morning that we were fairly lax about getting in line to make the 12:30 pm ferry ride back to the mainland! Boy, were we surprised when we ended up being in line 3 with what seemed like a million cars in front of us!! We were really sweating at this point, imagining how terrible it would be to have to wait another 3 hours for the next ferry. Not to mention, we would have to keep the car there in line, the whole time, with a grouchy 18 month old in the back seat! At this point we were out of extra food, water, and it was already nap time!

We sighed with relief as they continued to load everyone, including the car directly in front of us. Until...just then they lowered the arm and stopped us!! We were going to have to catch the next ferry! We started pleading with the operator so he called the other worker on board and heard him ask, "what kind of car is it?" Luckily, we weren't driving a large truck or anything so they let us squeeze on! Woo hoo! That was a true Sunday miracle!