It was a lazy Wednesday evening and I set out to welcome my
husband home from his day off-island.
The ferry terminal is one of the busiest areas of Mayne Island and so I was surprised to see a lone sea otter out for a stroll. No, he wasn’t headed for the ocean. In fact, I wasn’t sure where he was going. Upon first sighting he was approximately ten feet away—maybe more. I stood right here watching him.
Unconcerned, he crossed the road...
and made his way to the stairs of the reality estate office. Was he interested in purchasing a summer vacation home for his family?
No, he skirted past the stairs.
After scoping out a suitable spot under the building, he immediately left, walking behind me—no more than two feet away.
He seemed to say, “Sorry, no time to visit” as he hurried down the road—heading further onto the island.
Where was he going?
