Shaking uncontrollably in the frigid waters of the Atlantic while clutching onto a doorframe and staring into the eyes of Leonardo DiCaprio is where I thought I was headed when I rolled through lane four and boarded my ferry back to the mainland. While I was going to be traversing the Pacific and the men on my ferry were more reminiscent of Alan Arkin, my eyes remained glued forward ready to alert the Captain of any and every iceburg that might stand in our way.
Luckily my attentiveness yielded more results than the realization that iceburgs don’t exist this far south. Armed with the full series of Planet Earth on DVD, I set my laptop on the window sill and pretended my screen was the happenings of the world in front of me. This lasted for a good 15 minutes until I looked past the screen and realized I had the Discovery Channel live all around me.
Perhaps it is a consequence of growing up in the land locked Show-Me State, but the ocean is a fascinating world. My ferry was a two day jaunt from Ketchikan, Alaska to Bellingham, Washington and now that I have my feet on solid ground I want to go back! The photos below were taken along the way–as I somehow managed to escape the fate of Rose Dawson.
Better than a door frame.
Ideal place to spend the night.
Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galactica.
Inspiration to speak Whale: