Mr. Kitsch took a helicopter ride up to a glacier and got to taste water fresh from a stream of melted ice running through it. No, he hasn't fallen. This is apparently the real deal way to drink from a stream. I've seen cowboys do this in movies so I have a good feeling that the guides weren't just trying to make a fool out of him.
Earlier in the day, he took a walk around Juneau and two guys tried to pick a fight with him outside of a bar as he walked past. This has been Mister Kitsch's most testosterone fueled day in a while what with all of the action adventure and near-fisticuffs with local nary-do-wells.
Here is the fur bikini that I didn't buy. Very The Clan of the Cave Bear, no?
We were sitting on the balcony of our room at the foot of a glacier watching chunks of ice go floating past. All of a sudden, we noticed this cute guy. He was snoozing and just floating through the ocean. It's so very cool to see nature doing what nature does and not trapped in a zoo somewhere.
On a related note, that's pretty much what I look like after the ship buffet lunch. I'm not sure that I'll ever fit into a fur bikini again. Sigh.
Until next time,
x's and o's,