Kitsap Peninsula, Washington, crossing the Puget Sound.Â
The ferry moves at about 15MPH. The herd of the annual Encierro in Pamplona, Spain also runs at an average speed of 15 miles per hour, a vision that is at complete odds with the gentle gliding of a hulking multi-tier ferry. Walking aboard and settling in at a large picture window, perhaps with a cold beer from the cafe, feels like a break from the cacophony of life bustling about on either side of the aqueous journey. Travel has gotten so fast-- everything moves by in a blur, and we're in a hurry to get to where we're going. On the ferry, there's time. There's time to look out the window or step on the deck and inhale the sea air deeply, feel the sun warm you or the wind whip through your hair; time for your thoughts to catch up and settle. If you really focus, there's likely even time for a little daydream, to imagine the bulls of Pamplona crashing amongst the waves, keeping perfect pace with your thoughts.
