Her best guess was that they were above what had once been Kingston, but the less populated side of Puget Sound—Puget Sea—hadn’t been a home for skyscrapers and towering monuments, and with the shoreline so changed, she had trouble identifying anything for certain. Only the Olympic Mountains, rising to the west, remained the same. If she hadn’t been so busy fidgeting—or trying not to fidget—she might have found the trip through town fascinating, with the mix of primitive and less primitive all around her. There were log cabins, small cottages, and surprisingly elaborate houses and buildings constructed from scrap recycled from an earlier era. At one point, she spotted a house made from the wings and hull of what looked to have been a Boeing passenger jet. Some of the roofs supported solar panels and solar hot-water heaters, whereas other houses looked like they would be lucky to have candles for lighting. In one yard, a woman was running a push mower over some well-groomed grass, but most of the plots sported vegetable gardens and fruit trees.
