Wash Day

Keep close to Nature’s heart…and break clear once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean. ~ John Muir

I am on limited internet while aboard the ship and so if I used this quote three days ago, forgive me.

Today was a spectacular day. The ship made its way through icy fields to stop a few miles from the magnificent Hubbard Glacier.

There is something breathtaking about the blue, shimmering ice that indeed washes your spirit clean. You cannot stand in the purity of a moment like that and feel less than anything miraculous. God is such an amazing Interior Designer.

I was lucky enough to be beside a man who with an incredible zoom lens could point out the seals as we approached them. Sometimes they were on a floating bed of ice; other times, they would poke their heads through the choppy, chilly waters to have a look at us, as curious it seems as we were staring back at them.

The chunks of ice made me remember the scene in The Titanic after the ship hit the iceberg and it gave me a total appreciation of what those frigid waters must have been like on that fateful night.

I spent a relaxing afternoon, watching some guests take the polar bear plunge in the pool filled with the icy waters , dining on a scrumptious lunch of meatloaf (I know but I love meatloaf!) and salads, followed by chocolate ganache, and then a dip at last in the hot tub and lounging poolside until the sun disappeared behind a cloud. Now I am completing this blog before it is too late. I have been spotted a couple of times by other guests, apparently, sitting on a staircase late at night in a Wi-fi spot, trying to get this out as my roommate goes to bed.

Tonight after supper, a magician is performing. I have met a group of Deaf people from Saskatoon on the trip and they want me to meet their interpreters. The Deaf people are lovely and we know several people in common, not the least of which is my long-time colleague, Mar. After the performance, if I still have energy left, I may go to the 50’s and 60’s dance. The band is not great but nonetheless, I would not mind dancing a bit on this trip.

Tomorrow we are in Juneau. Stay tuned!

Peace,
Suzanne