Yesterday we stopped at the Salty Dawg for cocktails before dinner, but I resisted the temptation to hang my bra among all the other stuff on their ceilings and walls.
Wouldn't it be fun to know how much money is tacked up there.
Now we're in Seward with more stunning views. If there is a place in Alaska that isn't pretty we haven't found it yet, but have about another month to keep looking.
If only you were here now. It's cocktail time, Al is cooking some of Willie's fresh salmon, Teri is doing laundry, Willie is planning tomorrow's activities, and you know what I'm doing.