On September 16, 2013 I boarded a plane for the west coast. On September 18, 2013, after a mad whirl through the Seattle office to sort out paperwork and uniforms and a last minute US Coast Guard required drug test, I woke up in a hotel room in Clarkston, Washington, looked out my window, and saw the National Geographic Sea Lion in person for the first time. One year later we are back on the Columbia River (we spent a little longer in Alaska this year) and I have officially completed a year with the Sea Lion. Back in the day when a sailor circumnavigated the globe they tattooed a rope and knot around their waists (this is part of a separate rant, once upon a time sailor tattoos had actually meaning, so that you could read a sailor’s career by their tattoos). I haven’t circumnavigated by any stretch, but my year with Lindblad has taken me from Clarkston, Washington to Colon, Panama to Glacier Bay Alaska, now back to Clarkston, which should be worth something.
And up to Alaska:
Heading south again:
The Sea Lion has become a second home. The various crews have become my boat family (as they say here).
I am incredibly lucky in my day job. Thank you for a great year.