One year ago today we returned to Seattle from our second cruise.
We’d left the Emerald City seven days before under cloudy skies fretting about the weather. Why had we booked so late?
The answer was two-fold. First, to celebrate our anniversary. Second, it didn’t really matter. As the ship sailed out of the Straight of Juan de Fuca to the Pacific Ocean, the sunset over the Olympic Mountains was magnificent – providing some of the best views of the entire trip.
Having gone on exactly two cruises I hardly consider myself an expert. But if I could only do these two from Seattle – one north to Alaska – and this one, south to Monterey – I think I would be satisfied.
Someday – when the pandemic is far, far behind us.