The exercise:
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.
Mine:
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 wondering
Why in the world he has no friends.
