Alaskan Beauty

My cruise adventure was not as trouble free as I would have hoped. 

The hard part was living with a clogged sewer vent in the bathroom of my stateroom. I reported it as soon as I arrived, but the ship was full, and I couldn't switch rooms. For obvious reasons, leaving the ship altogether was also not a feasible option. So, I sucked it up. 

The first two nights, my entire room had an odor of cleaning fluid covering eau de stench. *sigh* The next day, after they sent a plumber down to check on it, and he wasn't able to fix the issue, I requested and was given a fan to use. This made the situation bearable - moving air does wonders for bad smells. The fourth day, I wrote a letter to the guest services manager; they found and fixed the problem on day five. So, I had two good days, better than none. 

As unpleasant as the odor in my room was, I was DETERMINED not to let that one piece ruin my entire experience, and I didn't.

The food on the ship was plentiful and the quality ranged from good-enough to delicious. I ate more than my fair share of the fresh-cut melon which was served with almost every meal, but it turns out that not everyone feels the way I do about fresh fruit, so there was plenty for all. 

Someone on the ship was in good with the weather gods, because while it was supposed to be chilly and rainy each day we were in port, we instead had blue skies with temps in the lower sixties each afternoon. Perfect weather for being out and about, learning about Alaska.

I saw glaciers and waterfalls and four-month old bald eagles. I saw baby orcas and a raft of otters. I got out of the van on a mountaintop while we were on a photography adventure, and just stood there breathing the air for a timeless moment. It was brand new, smelled of pine trees and glacier water and fresh beginnings.

The sight of the shrinking glaciers was heartbreaking, but the new life springing up on the bare ground left by their retreat spoke to me of hope. We, people, haven't managed to completely ruin the earth just yet. 

I spent hours each day just watching the beauty - mile after mile of stunning wilderness unfolding as we steamed by on the ship. It doesn't seem possible that there are that many pristine forested hillsides in the world. After a while, it made me feel small, in a good way.

The trees haven't read the news, don't appear to care about political divisions. They just are. 

They spoke to me. All is well, all is well, and all manners of things shall be well. 

Stop. Breathe. Relax.