Alaska

The Pearl. This was our cruise experience.

Our tiny rooms! The girls' room had another bed in the middle of the two beds plus a baby crib. Cozy.

When she was happy, she's like this. Lovable. 

When she was not . . . well, still lovable. Cute girls have it so good.

The Yukon. Felt like we were supposed to break out into a little Sound of Music.

The Emerald Lake. Sort of beats China's Emerald something something at Yellow Mountain.

First the Olympics, now this. At least we're good at math.

 I have a feeling that this will end up on our Christmas letter this year.

Glacier Bay!  Thunderous crashing of ice and fury. This monster moves an average of 6 feet a day.

Global warming here we go.

Totems. 

There was once a guy who did not pay his debts to the chief so

they carved his face into the totem pole of shame. He looked oddly like a white squirrel.

Decades later, his descendants tried to buy back his honor, but by then,

 it gained protective status as a cool tourist attraction.

We had no idea that Southern Alaska was a rain forest.

Until it rained. And rained. And rained.

The lumberjack show. 

Basically men with chainsaws, wood stumps, biceps, and

world records of climbing trees and balancing on rolling logs in the water.

Victoria at dusk.

Americans should stop 'threatening' to move to Canada

 because of Obama or the health care act.

 Just move there for the love of beautiful harbors and the lack of Republicans.

(Chelsea, I kid.)

Kiera likes J more than she likes me. 

It's probably because he's been working out.