Bax & Dad's excellent adventure

AKA the ferry loading
We wake up to the sound of Salmon jumping. The pink Salmon are caught in the shallow part of the river and try to get to deeper waters. It is still dark that bats continue to feed on bugs. We still have no concept of what time it is. I get up for a while before the owner comes for our wake up call. We start to pack our stuff and realize that it general should take longer than the time alotted to pack properly. The campsite is now vacated, all the campers were like us waiting to catch the ferry. We start to throw our stuff haphazzard which is never a good idea with a bike. We run out of room quickly, then the bike starts to sink in the soft ground. I catch it before it tips over, we grab the remaining stuff and drive the motorcycle to the road to pile on the rest and try to strap it down. We rush down to the co-op only to find we must wait another 1/2 hour before we can board. We are still awaiting confirmation that we will be able to get on the ferry. The problem was when I tried to reserve the ticket person said reservations were not necessary for motorcycles. I learn when we arrive at the Co-op 5 other bikes are on this ferry. 1 beemer from Europe, one BMW from CA, a BMW from Oregan and 2 other dirt bikes. We receive confirmation and pay the ticket agent. We then are told that motorcycles get loaded into the ferry first, at the bow of the boad and have us angle into a small place where no one else would fit. I motor towards the ferry at the tail end of the motorcycle pack, behind me the motorcade, directly behind me my hastily packed bike. I imagine all the contents strewn all over the road being run over by RV's and cars. I get on the boad unscathed. They give us ropes and blocks to prop up the bikes and block the wheels in case of shifting during the voyage. A sense of relief settles in knowing we don't have to replan our journey (which would have been the case if there was no room)