Years ago, we were anchored in a
quiet spot along the southern edge of the Bay of Islands in New
Zealand having drinks with a couple we’d recently
met. We were chatting away – fixing all
the wrongs in the world – when I asked them where the most beautiful place
they’ve been was. Nine times out of ten,
the answer is the Tuamotus because of the incredible snorkeling. But without missing a beat, Dale said Alaska .
At the time, it was hard to imagine. Alaska was literally on the other
end of the world and seemed to be completely opposite from the South Pacific .
. . cold and wet, for a start. But the
longer Dale spoke about secluded anchorages, snow-capped mountains, rainforests
and wildlife, the more I wanted to experience it for myself.
It’s not something I expected or even looked forward
to doing. Our plans at the time were to bring Cambria back to the Northern
Hemisphere, a step in the right direction.
But our long-term goal was to transit the Panama Canal to spend some time in
the Caribbean and along the East Coast of the US before crossing the Atlantic to cruise the Mediterranean . Plans are made to be changed, though. And
now, here we are, some 6,000 miles and
several years later, preparing to cross the border back into the United States and into Alaska ourselves.
But first we have to get
out of Prince
Rupert .
Note: This blog entry was originally
written on Monday, May 18, 2015 .
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