“HEEEEYOHHHHH!” The guide yells into the seemingly empty forest. Who is he yelling at? What’s out there? Why did I sign up for this?
It’s not until you step foot on the rocky, muddy shores with your boots and begin to explore, does the land reveal her secrets.
Selfie sticks, goPro, drone cameras, Instagram, Facebook. We have a photo-centered culture. With a camera at our fingertips at all times, we’ve moved from an era of snapping a quick photo with our smartphones to taking hundreds of photos on cameras that we happen to be able to chat with our mom on.
The Legacy sails south through Glacier Bay, gliding through calm, polished water, cutting through the reflection of the brush stroked clouds above. A pair of wading Murrelets flick a wary glance our way, scuffling in the opposite direction and dipping under the water as if diving under the covers of a warm, woolen blanket.
“Imagine you are eating dinner and you are told half way through a multiple course of Dungeness crabs that there are whales breaching just off of the bow of the ship. Obviously you skip the last round to see what is going on…”