Our day started with a 10:30 ferry back to the U.S. Our border patrol guard was efficient and authoritative, and still personable. (my son might be interested to know that he is a former bubble-head; that's Navy talk for submariner). After our passports had been checked out and while we were wating in the parking lot holding area for the ferry, we were asked to sing Happy Birthday to a travellilng motorcyclist! The wind was up so our passage was a bit choppy, but we all managed to keep standing during an impromptu flash mob singing Heaven Somewhere that we arranged on the observation deck. (If you've never seen one, go to You Tube and check out the Flash Mob 'Sound of Music' in a Belgian train station). 
Our bus ride was made complicated by construction over the pass, but we arrived in Yakima at 5:30, just in time for their youth group to provide us with a nice lasagne dinner. They were all very polite and wonderful servers! We said that this may have been the first time in 28 years that we were actually served dinner!
What a crowd! Yakima turned out for our concert, and I think they really had a good time. It was our last concert of the tour, and there were a few misty eyes at the end when we sang our traditional closing benediction, Old Irish Blessing.
The folks in Yakima are super organized and welcoming. They had more than enough volunteers for our home stays - most of us went individually to host home. Claudia said she celebrated by sleeping diagonally across the bed she had all to herself!
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