Well, sort of. We’re back in Friday Harbour, after Mota’ing across from Sidney a couple of days ago, almost exactly a year since we were last here and where we found VG looking sad and lonely and decided she’d be a friend. And so it all growed and we’re back. Sadly, perhaps, we would rather have been in Ketchikan but not to be. Last year, we celebrated July 4th at the Yacht Club but this time we plan to leave at about half ebb tomorrow and out through Cattle Pass into the Strait of Juan de Fuca if it’s not foggy…Then across to Port Townsend and we’ll try to find somewhere to park VG till next year.