What We Weren’t Supposed to See

The night before the train ride to Denali National Park, our tour guide spread the news that clouds would be hiding Denali, Alaska’s highest peak, just as they had for 29 of August’s 31 days, and that we had practically zero chance of seeing it. Meteorologists were predicting snowy weather for the mountain peak thatContinue reading “What We Weren’t Supposed to See”

North to Alaska

The sun set as we cruised through the Strait of Juan de Fuca between Vancouver Island and the Olympic Peninsula of Washington. We passed through waters we had cruised in the Fairy Boat in the previous millennium and resurrected ghosts of memories of the places we had visited. Now we’re leaving that behind en routeContinue reading “North to Alaska”