Taking the “geographic cure” for grumpiness.
Heading to Alaska, July 7–24, with some travel days on either side.
I knew there was a reason to keep my good Patagonia rain pants. I almost gave them away.
I made the decision last night after dinner. Hurtigruten was having a sweet sale—zero single supplement—to fill up a small ship sailing from Nome to Vancouver. Most of the activities will be well beyond my capabilities, but that won’t stop me from enjoying myself.
The cabin isn’t in my ideal location, especially considering the very real possibility of rough seas. In Dramamine we trust.
Seriously—how many more summers do I have? Nobody is promised tomorrow.
