My family used to have a cabin over on Bainbridge Island. It was a very old house that had a tilting foundation, a toilet that didn't flush, a small television that received roughly 3 fuzzy channels and little mice running around during the winter months. It had been the home of my great grandparents, built by great gramps himself, and then became a summer/vacation home for the rest of our extended family. It was on the water tucked deep inside Port Madison Bay, had a little fire pit and was home to some of my greatest memories as a child. 4th of July parties, memorial and labor day weekends, other random get togethers at the cabin. It was the place to be in the summer. Then, the owners of the house (my Grandpa and some other extended family members) came to a decision to sell the house. It was a hard one, but they did what they felt was right at the time. It was tough for the rest of the family, but the situation was what it was and we all moved on. I miss that place though. I spent a lot of great days over there. Most of those memories include the ferry rides to and from the island. I don't get to ride the ferries much anymore. Sometimes I wish I did.
