Do not feed the whales||Alaska
Indy and I recently took a trip to Alaska, where we met up with my uncle and parents, who had driven to the northern territory in their diesel-powered camping-rig. We took a flight to Juneau, then caught a ferry to Haines. This boat was exceptionally large and empty, and Indy spent a lot of the four-hour ride rolling his wheeled suitcase around on deck and scanning his luggage tags with imaginary laser equipment. In the sky: bald eagles and large animal-shaped clouds. In the water: spouting whales and leaping porpoise. On the shore: snow-capped mountains and enormous waterfalls. In the galley: a huge oily vat and a vast array of fried food, dipped to perfection. And as the sign suggested, I did not feed the whales.