Words escape me.
That’s why I haven’t posted before now. I honestly have had no idea what to say or how to say it. Amazing, fantastic, and stupendous *sort* of come close, but even those are lacking.
For those of you who are wondering what the hell I’m talking about, I’m currently lying in bed on board Voyager, my aunt and uncle’s 51-foot motor yacht. We’re moored in Vancouver, awaiting some modifications and adjustments. Before that, we were in Seattle (well, Ballard, actually), moored to a dock while the windows were being recaulked and Uncle Les was sorting out some fuel system issues. In the past 48 hours, I’ve seen at least three cargo freighters, crossed two lines of latitude, and eaten almost all of my meals while slowly motoring through Puget Sound and the Strait of Georgia. I know, I’m one lucky jerk.
If I thought it could get me free boat rides, I’d join the Coast Guard.
Alright, go check out some pictures.