The third and final part in my telling of our Alaskan adventure [you can find the other two parts here and here]. . .
With a view of Denali behind us, we drove up to Fairbanks in something of a daze. A dumpster fire the next morning, therefore, served as a kind of jolt back into reality. Hotel alarms screeched through the building as we scrambled outside in our pajamas.
A couple firetrucks later and safety (if not sleep:) was restored. Having been awakened to warmth, we switched gears to enjoy the "cool" ice museum down the street.
Then we drove (along a beautiful coastline and through a frightful one-lane tunnel) to meet a boat called "Norwegian Sun" in an ironic downpour of rain.
Getting aboard was frazzling for our new-to-cruising selves, and we wondered if this was one of our lesser ideas.
Then we saw how efficiently our room was laid out and how the balcony kept us from feeling claustrophobic with a gentle breeze and nice view. Our "nice view" became incredible when Hubbard Glacier appeared.
The next day we enjoyed a walk along the shore of a coastal village.
We adjusted to time on the water, picking up lemonade and snacks at the cafeteria, Sudoku puzzles in the library, meals at the restaurant, and exercise on the deck track (did I mention the fact that we ate a lot of food?:)
We read and rested while on the waves, walking off the boat to say transient hellos to Juno. . .
Juno's Mendenhall Glacier. . .
and Juno's rain (forcing us to sport jackets full of extra sweatshirts). . .
as well as greet Ketchikan. . .
and Ketchikan's salmon swimming upstream.
Perhaps my favorite thing to meet was the Tracy Arm Fjord.
An afternoon of sailing through the fjord brought us up close and personal to South Sawyer glacier.
Even when we weren't in at an especially scenic spot, the views were worth admiring.
The time became a happy blur.
We parted from the boat a bit hesitantly.
We plunged into a morning of sightseeing in Vancouver before finally catching our flights home.
Needless to say, our trip has left fondness towards Alaska in its wake.
Now to adventure into September. . . Thanks for reading!