HENRY ISLAND
An hour from Seattle the ferry entered a maze of densely forested islands that soon blocked out the horizon. The islands made for nice scenery but you couldn't avoid feeling disoriented while weaving among them. When the ferry started out across open water, we had our destination British Columbia as a distant flat strip in front of us and a familiar cityscape to our back. Now that we were meandering around and about these islands, the direction where we were headed or where we'd come from was anybody's guess. In addition to there being no landmarks, there was no way to distinguish between the islands themselves. We did pass by one island that stood out from the rest. It was made up of two parallel long narrow islands, both similar in height and dense woods as the rest of the islands. However, these two were joined at the hip by an isthmus - a flat, barren, low-level land bridge. It ended up looking like a very large and clumsy capital letter H. I said to the