we drifted

I got to filet a fish! Butchered it.

Seward was grey. The most exciting thing Beth and I did was hitch-hike. Even so, we thoroughly enjoyed one another's company and the slow stirring of thoughts our conversations produced. We drifted through the small streets, wandered along the docks and lingered the morning away writing in an old chapel, now a coffee shop and art gallery. Katherine joined us in the afternoon.

The Fjords boat tour lead us among sea life to witness Aialik Glacier calving. When the slabs of ice tore from the glacier, a cracking roar resonated through me. Though I still stood, I felt as though I had been knocked down. 

During the return journey, Katherine, Beth and I walked about the boat, remaining for some time at the prow, hugging the rail as best our laughing would allow while the boat plunged violently through a rough portion of the waters. At one point (I was engaged elsewhere), the captain came out and told Beth and Katherine to cease jumping on his deck. We began to lose steam in the last of the 6 hours. I fell asleep with my head on a table. Beth sat outside in the wind somewhere while Katherine leaned back against a chair with droopy eyes.

The rain came again on the train home. By the time Stuart picked us up from the station it felt like winter.