Three days on a ferry is a long time. I was pretty antsy by the third day. At the same time, I had a lot of trepidation about actually getting off the ferry. It was sort of the final act of my leaving Alaska. As long as I was on the ferry I was on Alaska time and thus, still in Alaska. The minute my wheels touched solid ground it was all over. Thursday night I had drinks in the bar with some other people from the ferry. We laughed and talked and had a great time. I came back out on deck to one of the most beautiful night skies I have ever seen. The stars were brilliant and the Milky Way was clear. I ended up walking to the railing and lying down on the deck with one of the guys I met on the ferry and just watching the sky and talking about all our travel adventures. I love to hear about other people’s stories and it was fun to find someone who loves to travel in the same way I do. Pretty soon, we started to see shooting stars. Lots of them. I felt like it was a show put on just for me. Sort of a farewell back from the place I’d been saying goodbye to for weeks. What a perfect way to end the trip.
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