I am back on a boat. In Alaska. With my bud.

It’s been a while. Apparently 9 years ago was when I went on the same route as the Titanic from London to Boston.

Despite growing up in the Northwest in the Vancouver Costal Mountains, I’d never been up to Alaska.

Last minute, Pokin’s mom decided she would like to go on a cruise, so my bud, my bud’s work bud Gabe, Pokin, and I hopped on a flight up to Anchorage for a cruise aboard the Majestic Princess down from Whittier Alaska down to Vancouver.

The first days were predictably very wet. No way I was going out anywhere.

Then we got lucky. The day we were supposed to be in Glacier Bay turned out beautiful.

After some time I decided I wanted some ice cream.

Turns out so did the rest of the ship.

Pokin had to wait a long time for my ice cream.

Eventually I got it.

It wasn’t very good.

Thank goodness I didn’t have to do the waiting in line. It took over an hour for her to get this sundae.

But I’m feeling good. Nice to be back in my home turf.