THE ART OF FERRY MAINTENANCE
SKAGWAY, Alaska: Mountains rear ever higher above the fjord. As I gaze into the wake churned the milky sage of glacial-melt the MV Columbia bellies up to the dock.
Twenty years after my journey to Alaska begins, I finally arrive.
My friend Edward's waiting in the terminal, front-and-center unlike the, ahem, Balkan mishap. "I figured you'd be at the prow screaming, "gooooooo," after three days," he laughs.
"No way, man, I'm all fucking Zen now."