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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
 North Face gear  is on just about everyone onboard, It reminds  me of when I wore it every day- Same Shirt Different day-- in  Scrabster, Scotland on my British Islands cruise. I somehow managed to lose my jacket.  That is an amazing feat, and I believe I have the onset of some-timers(forgetfulness). At this point, All you need is Google, and I can retrieve photos like the one above in a holy instant, but I am considering buying some North Face gear again--it's light weight and keeps you warm and water-resistant. Around here, -what your resist persists--rain I mean.

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


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