Driving up on the ramp and hearing the final “click” as the gate shuts on the ferry. Looking back at the shore, we take off at the very North tip of Door County. Hearing the “beep” of the horn as we took off. I sat in the car with my two dogs in the back seat, looking out the window, feeling the cool Lake Michigan breeze.

 Ten minutes pass by and I start to get impatient. My mom and I went up the stairs of the ferry to the very top to look at the view. My mom goes first as I am scared of heights. Trying my best to hold on to the railing of the steep stairs with my sweaty palms so I don’t fall down. I thought it was windy on the first level but when I got to the top the wind was blowing my hair everywhere. We sit on a bench as the people around us are holding on to the railings and their bodies up against the window to protect themselves from the strong wind. I thought I could take a chance to get a little bit closer to the railing and look over the edge. Big mistake, all I was thinking is don't fall, don’t fall, hold on, this isn’t working go sit back down.

In trying to figure out how to get back down to the car on the boat without wanting to pass out, thirty minutes had passed by and we had reached the island. Washington Island. We gathered in the car and-ready to explore this tiny island. Our plan was to head over to see the beautiful, purple lavender flowers in the field. Everything we could imagine was lavender scented from the ice cream, soap, CBD oil, pillows, candles, etc. It smelled like we got pushed into a pile of lavender.