In a mostly-blank notebook today I found this page, which appears to be the sole journal entry I made on our Alaskan cruise three years ago.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Cruise notes . . .
We’re marveling at an Alaskan glacier, standing on the observation deck of the cruise ship. I’m bundled up and I have coffee and Bailey’s in a travel mug.
I say to Corey, “This is how I want to see the wilderness. Much better than camping or hiking. I’m not cold, I’ve got an overpriced mug of hot alcohol, and I get to watch it roll on by.”
Corey says, “I want to be in it. Out in it, building my log cabin right there.”
I’m on a floating island of consumerism and entertainment and I feel fine.