Four hours from Seward, Alaska September 2004Sometimes life gives us clues that things may not go as planned: a first mate with a dark coat, hat pulled over his eyes smoking a Camel; a captain with hooks instead of hands; a boat that is significantly smaller than the others; and a trip paid for by a frugal customer. This was our story.
On the up side, before the three hour Gilligan's tour where life rocked before my eyes like a Stephen King see-saw, I saw my first glacier. The picture above is a digital scan of an old school photo; everything did look this blue.
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