Today we write about: the cynic.
Inspired by a man I was sitting near the day we didn't dock in Ketchikan - to say that he was unimpressed with things would be an understatement. In fact, he made a comment about our doing only 11 knots (so that we wouldn't rock around so much in the big waves) was b.s. and that the ship could totally go faster.
I think he was just ready to get off the ship.
I'll share some pictures taken while we sailed through Tracy Arm Fjord, beginning with the scenery:
There were loads and loads of waterfalls (one thing the rain was good for, at least):
But my favorite part were the icebergs:
Tomorrow I'll pick out some pictures of the ship's interior, and then I'll finally get to the house pictures. That's the plan, at any rate.
All of his forecasts call for rain,
He's constantly surprised by sun;
His lips are so straight it's as though
He's never even heard of fun.
His complaints could cover the Earth,
His pessimism has no end -
And yet he can't stop wonderingWhy in the world he has no friends.