A dog's life in Juneau
What started out as a cross country odyssey with a couple of gals in a Big Yellow Truck has now become a quest to find the perfect two-seater.
Cruising is all about the food. Everyone is preoccupied with when the next all-you-can eat experience will occur. I found this slightly disturbing so I began to limit my exposure to the people on the buffet lines. This did not mean, however, that I limited my exposure to food. Food was everywhere and I happily played with it.
I have been described as a "ridiculously goal oriented" person. I disagree with the term "ridiculously" but I certainly can't deny the rest of the statement. Traveling to Alaska is no exception. Oh sure, it's supposed to be a vacation and vacations are supposed to be a time when you aren't driven to achieve, but even now I have very specific goals for my time away. They are:
1. Remain completely unplugged. No internet. No news. No phone calls related to work. OnStar scoffed at the thought that I could do this. I am determined to do it, especially now that I have been scoffed at!
2. Read something for pleasure rather than for scientific or professional purposes. It has been 8 months since I have lost myself in prose or poetry. That is far too long.
3. Do less. Put less pressure on myself to be productive. Focus less on schedules -although I do have to be concerned about when to get back onboard the ship. Worry less about who needs what from me when.
4. Do More. Sit more. Sleep more. Daydream more. Walk into the world without expectations more.
Seems easy enough, doesn't it?
It is Day 1 and I'm not sure if I should unplug now or later. I decide later. I need to set out for the airport in 2 hours. I'm not completely packed. My house is in disarray and resembles a place inhabited by drunken frat boys. I need to do something about this before the housekeeper comes. Oh, and there is a crisis brewing at work that has required a lot of attention. I pull up my email. Doesn't anyone sleep at night? There are over a dozen urgent messages from students and fellow faculty. I answer them and then set my automated away message. I decide to tell people that I will be away for 2 days beyond my return date.
Somehow, it all comes together. The house gets picked up, the bags get packed, and I get myself to the airport. So far I haven't done very well at meeting my goals. I'm doing less and more in the wrong direction. I promise myself that once I am on the plane this will change. And it does. Sit more. I'm definitely sitting more! I pull out my travel pillow and prop myself against the window. Soon I am sleeping more. Somewhere over the Great Plains I pull out one of the two novels I have packed. I'm reading for pleasure! From time to time I leave my book and gaze out the window to let my mind wander. When it tries to wander over to work I bitch slap it back to other thoughts. Five hours pass and Mt. Hood and Ranier come into view. Soon I will be on the ground and I will walk in the world with few expectations.
My feet take me to a dive bar in an offbeat Seattle neighborhood. The neon sign in the Five Point Cafe and Bar window says they have been cheating tourists and drunks since 1929. Their self deprecation appeals to me. So does their menu. Since I have no expectations I can't be disappointed.
I'm definitely not disappointed. Someone in the kitchen knows what they are doing. The food is outstanding. I ask for a second glass of wine to go with my meal. The waitress smiles. "I'll have to bring the bottle to you," she says. "You have the only wine glass we own." Wow! I definitely didn't expect that. I try hard to push my expectations even lower and I am rewarded. The bottle comes to my table. It's a 3.5 ounce twist top.
The wine does it's magic. I feel my travel fatigue slipping away. I lean back and congratulate myself. It's Day 1 and I did it. I met my goals:
Sat more - check
Slept more - check
Read for pleasure - check
Daydreamed more - check
Held few expectations - check
I tell myself that I can do this. If I just keep my goals up front, I can have a great time. Is that ridiculous or what?
Stay tuned. Tomorrow I hit the high seas.
Survival of the fittest. No place exemplifies Spencer and Darwin's theories of natural selection better than Alaska. The terrain is rugged. The sea that embraces that terrain is capricious. There are times when it is crystal clear and you can see the star fish and crabs that creep below you. The next moment it is agitated, a murky fog-wrapped gray green that is laden with supernaturally blue icebergs. Huge humpback whales beat the surface with their enormous tails in grand gestures of "Hi! How are ya! Got herring?" Bald eagles eye you from great heights before they swoop down to inspect you more closely. They leave you feeling like you don't measure up. Their piercing gaze clearly communicates what they are thinking, "You are weak. This is a harsh land. You wouldn't last a minute here if you weren't sheltered by that enormous stateroom with the staff that waits on you hand and foot. Go get yourself another latte you pathetic human!"
The Holland America brochure extols the luxury of the penthouse suite that I am scheduled to travel in this July. It also describes the privileges that this class of accommodation bestows on me. Apparently I will be separated from the lower classes with my own fleet of servants, a bar/lounge that the riff-raff can't chat with me in, and a place at the captain's table. Obviously, I need to put some hoit in my toit before I take this journey up into the wilds of Alaska. It's time I learn how to dance. I can no longer get by with the alcohol-fueled improvisation that has served me well at weddings and nightclubs. No. It's time I learn the real deal. Stone sober dancing, otherwise known as "American Smooth and Latin Ballroom I." I sign up for lessons.
Turning is not that difficult if the leader leads and the follower follows. So says The Gypsy. "Leading," she tells me, "is walking forward and directing your partner. Following, on the other hand, is walking backwards in a direction that you cannot see. Following is an exercise in trust." I inwardly cringe. The Gypsy doesn't realize how profound her statement is and how it cuts to the core of who I am. I am not a follower. And I certainly cannot trust someone else with the direction I must go. No. Sorry. My dance career has ended before it has begun. There will be no roses clenched in my teeth while the seductive rhythms of the Tango play. The impossibility of it all comes crashing down around me. I am doomed to the drunken gyrations of the riff raff. I console myself that at least that form of dance allows me to self determine.
The Gypsy has not noticed the personal crisis that she has caused. She claps her hands and moves on to points of contact and more advanced footwork. She tells me my job as the follower is to stay in My Partner's hand. I can only do this if I provide a strong frame for My Partner's points of contact. I must be unyielding and firm. A leader cannot lead a soft noodle. The follower must be strong. Strong! Unyielding and firm! Now THAT I can do! My dance career is reborn. The tooth-clenched rose becomes possible again. I smile at My Partner.
"I haven't seen you smile this genuinely in a very long time," My Partner says.
"I like dancing," I reply.
I stand in front of my over burdened bookcase and pull paperback after paperback off the shelf. I turn to the inside back covers and look at the authors' pictures. Ken Follett grins at me playfully. John Grisham gazes at me with the easy smile of a neighbor. I notice that the women who write romance novels are photographed through a filter, their faces are luminous in soft focus. My publisher has demanded a head shot. In an hour I will be sitting in a photographer's studio trying to look scholarly but not boring, interesting but not unusual, attractive but not come hither. I want to look like a blend between Follett, Grisham, and Steele. I want a playful knowingness in my soft focused smile.
You are welcome to come along with Irish On the Road for the next grand adventure. I have received a lot of email asking me to keep this space going so I will. I can't promise a daily blog of how I move through this amazing world, but I will try to report on it from time to time and make you smile. The world is a big place filled with incredibly cool people. I'm happy to share them with you...with pics! I have finally figured out how to do that! Stop in tomorrow to catch a few of them.