In a shameless conspiracy that involved public officials, crab boat captains, frontier showgirls, and baby seals, the state of Alaska finally succeeded in forcing the Grump to go home and actually do some work.
As you may know, for the past two weeks, I have been cruising with my family along the coast of our 49th state, engaged in a variety of perilous activities that involved eating, drinking, eating, drinking, and eating. I was aboard a Holland America cruise and the passengers were rather older as a group than I’ve been used to. How old? Let’s just say that the only people I’ve met who were older are all mentioned in the Bible.
The fact that the ship was named “The M.S. Stewed Prune” should have tipped me off, I guess.
But we had a very good time hiking, sightseeing, meeting interesting people from all over the country, and not buying any of that schlocky jewelry cruise lines always try to foist off on you. (I mean, does it make sense that the best deals in the world on diamonds are in Alaska? Moose poop, yes; diamonds, no.)
Among my favorite pastimes were looking at the local gardens (in Seward, their peonies were in full bloom) and trying the local brews. So imagine my delight when I stumbled upon this establishment in the quaint little village in Haines that mixed the two just perfectly. Show me some pansies, million bells, lobelias, and Moose Drool ale and you can keep me occupied for hours.
I’ll be officially back in the office on August 11 with more exciting photos of my family’s exploits and maybe talk some gardening too. Now, will someone please pass me some more baby seal? It’s really delicious!