One man's wilderness is another man's theme park
On a cruise ship- nothing fails like excess.You don’t buy clothes, you wear them –North Face, Columbia and Patagonia; and in that order I see the passengers in gear, rough and ready for some precip(atation) with anticipation. As I am doing laps, swimming onboard the Golden Princess’ heated pool, 250 year old glacier melt's myst hits my face at the speed of trust. I have to re-evaluate my assertion: If Hollywood is loneliness beside the swimming pool, then Norway is solitude by the fjords.
I am safe in the solitude of being a tourist. It plays more like a Disney animated feature film than a true Alaskan adventure.
Every one has a photographic memory, but not everyone film
|York Cathedral-For Real|
Glacier bay is closer now, and it plays like a Hemingway story; everything is sepia-toned and bristling with subtext and I catch the mystery, power and vulnerability of nature.
I love watching the sun on the water, but I don't have to go to the sun. I just love knowing it is there. Same goes for AlaskaI probably will never get there again after this season, but I can imagine being there. I'm just content knowing this big wilderness is still there.
Even after all this time, the sun and mountains never says to the earth 'you owe me'. Look what happens with a love like that. It lights up the whole sky