A boat from the fjords of Alaska
We decided to take a trip to the spring. We wanted to leave behind the ice, night advanced to the desktop, the slap of the morning wind, sea of fir: Alaska. After six months of cold, we escaped south, as winter castaways looking for a shore with palm trees.
The shortest route for crossing the fjord water route because at that latitude, the boat is the alternative to swerve on icy tracks in Canada. And in the city of Skagway we expected the Columbia, a ferry from the 60s′ islets used to circumvent the mist. Last night saw the glow of the northern lights from our last trip around the world. We said goodbye and boarded green magnetism as who abandons the nap of the senses.
In the city of Skagway we expected the Columbia, a ferry from the 60s′ islets used to circumvent the mist.
Engine noise and waves would be the soundtrack of the days that came. The interior of the boat was a haven for sea storms in Alaska, lit bar with a casino, your theater, their seats to watch the underwater world in front of us, her portholes, style restaurant "The Love Boat".
On deck there was no one there and the reality hit harder, because only from the stern of the boat that I could poke at infinite trail was leaving the Columbia and it reminded me how far I was from home. I spent many hours outside, speaking with José Luis and Alfonso the day would come to the Caribbean, the steppes that one day we walked in Mongolia, nights of Vladivostok and sunsets Norway. We talk about everything you would speak in a boat, with that gentle rhythm that invites conversation with scarf, because there is no better place to balance the deck of a ferry.
We talk about everything you would speak in a boat, with that gentle rhythm that invites conversation with scarf, because there is no better place to balance the deck of a ferry.
We stopped in Juneau. The capital of the largest territory of the United States is cut off by land, perhaps to reinforce the idea of solitude in Alaska. Is less united state of America, because it is away from all, lost in a corner of the continent. The wooden totems rise with the same pride that their mountains but soon returned to leave the land to follow the paths of the sea.
As we descended to the south, the islands in this part of the world were shedding snow, headlights seemed more friendly and even the seagulls squawked with more joy. The port of Sitka greeted surrounded by green forests and have time to wander the Russian city of America. Sitka was the capital of Alaska when it was a region of Russia, where the Pacific Ocean and stopped their expansion air. But as absurd rule a territory was exhausting and the U.S. decided to sell that block of ice, barren and inhospitable steppes of just over seven million dollars. Years later, U.S. Secretary of State, William Seward, architect of the purchase of Alaska, due to just get the giggles when they discovered, under glaciers, abundant oil wells.
Today, Sitka still retains its ancient Orthodox Church and some indigenous totems. Otherwise, Mac Donalds and baseball caps have invaded their inhabitants.
There we met travelers who were buscándose, road to nowhere, because between those islands, no one seems to be clear about the direction of their own steps
The rest of the trip allowed us to enjoy the ship's interior. There we met travelers who were buscándose, road to nowhere, because between those islands, no one seems to be clear about the direction of their own steps. Nights of whiskey and share stories with the waiter; José Luis showed his skill in the grand piano and even the ship's captain shared a table with us. Man had a sediment waves traced both melancholy and accompany chat with salmon and white wine that made us forget we were already far from Alaska.
Last night I went back on deck to glimpse the lights of Vancouver. I regretted not having time to walk its streets and like Moses, saw in the distance, without getting to touch it, one of the most fascinating cities in Canada.
The Port of Bellingham announced the end of the trip. We step mainland and parted from Columbia that was docked awaiting the return trip, because its destiny is to travel those wild fjords, beautiful, again and again, carrying passengers from one climate to another, Alaska to the world.
As we walked toward the bus that would take us to Seattle, I took off the Alaskan wool cap, Winter despojándome longer and memorable that ever lived.
Comments (3)
Lydia
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I like the metaphor of shedding winter to remove your hat Alaskan.
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Daniel Landa
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And I assure, Lydia, was such that!
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Montse
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It's nice to travel well, lulled by the motion of the ocean waves and lulled by your metaphors ...
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