Lake Eva & Peril Strait

Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done

- Walt Whitman

Our last day in the Alaskan panhandle we awoke to light rain, or in Alaska terms, liquid sunshine! After stretching class on deck and mugging up (grub and coffee) we headed ashore by Zodiac in our Petersburg sneakers (muck boots) and PFD’s. We explored rugged hilly trails of multicolored greens, we found bear scat and streams packed with salmon! Only nautical miles away were the glaciers, bergie bits and muskegs. Yet there was no cabin fever, as some of our more enthusiastic guests took the polar bear plunge! Then, returning to our warm cozy staterooms, we checked the charts on the bridge and many guests enhanced their relaxation with a massage appointment! Farewell National Geographic Sea Lion as we roam back to the lower 48 and places afar. Let’s reconvene again soon!

Out onto the beach for the afternoon where we are swept clean of duties, of the particular, of the practical. We walk up the beach in silence, but in harmony, as the sandpipers ahead of us move like a corps of ballet dancers keeping time to some interior rhythm inaudible to us.

Gift from the Sea, Anne Morrow Lindbergh