#24 MORE ALASKA
“Some years ago never mind how long precisely having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.” – H. Melville, Opening Line from Moby Dick M/V Europa 57’54” N 133’27” W 8/13/01 07:00 ship time (GMT-9) I am in a fiord. Hacked and ground long ago from the earth, cut deep into the skin by glaciers through repeated ice ages. 3000’ walls tower above pale milky green water, laden with glacier silt. The glare from the early morning, low angle sun hides the icebergs in our path, and I’m glad that I splurged for the $15 polarized sunglasses in that Texas Stop-N-Go so many miles ago. The fiord follows the same sinuous path common to rivers and streams all over the world, with U shaped bends making us travel 20 to cover the 5 crow flown miles. Thousands of chunks of ice clog the waterway, having calved ...