Travel Log 7.15.2011
Preparing for vacation feels a bit like preparing for my own funeral. I’m selecting the right clothes and the most appropriate ‘treasures’ to carry along to my final destination. Am I the only one who feels this way?
Travel Log: 7.16.2011.
David lost his front tooth eating pizza. It is Saturday; tomorrow we board the ship for Alaska. Where can I obtain a pirate shirt and eye patch?
Today was the first day that David told people that he lost his tooth in a fight. Probably would cause a stir if I told people the tooth is still lodged in the back of my head.
Travel Log 7.17.2011
I’m digging this pirate themed vacation. I wonder if they will force someone to walk the plank that is currently protruding from the side of this ship. David happily grinned for the camera as we took our required and optional photos at check in.
Travel Log 7.18.2011
This sailor went to sea sea sea, to see what she could see see see
But all that she could see see see, was the surface of a great bit sea sea sea.
Travel Log 7.19.2011
Glaciers calve like cows, throwing off chunks of ice. Nature has put together blues and greens that I attempt to wear in my cruise garb. This far North, the sea, sky, glacier and hillsides are as God intended. It just works – unlike when a pirate wears them mixed with reds and blacks.
Travel Log 7.20.2011
The sun rained down on Juneau today. David and I chased tail all day – whale tail. I sat in little vessel, fifty yards away from humpback whales bubble net feeding – something rarely seen, let alone by a boat full of people. I tried to shoot them. My camera lens was being snarfy. I captured a couple of whale tails while David snapped up quite a bit of tail. Oh, and the nice people from other countries have caught my pirate vocabulary on video. It is quite frightening with that many whales surface that close to a boat that small.
I reached that point in vacation where I’ve forgotten the worries that burden me at home. I should let them be. However knowing they are out there, out of reach, makes me cry.
7.23.2011
Co-pilot Pirate Monica reporting from the cockpit. We’ve embarked on a death- defying trip through the Misty Fjords of Alaska on a well-worn float plane. I have the task of overseeing the propeller and in the event of an emergency water or tree landing, I have the supreme task of being first through the windshield.
7.24.2011
I have decided that naps and buffet lines are key factors to a quality pirate life. I have also decided that in lieu of assisted living, I’ll take up residence on a cruise ship, where I can exercise, eat, and sail into the sunset.
7.31.11
I’ve been back a week and today I miss the sunshine of Alaska.
