By michaela renee on 8/20/2009 9:34 PM

I wasn’t with him when he packed for our two week trip to the Pacific Northwest. So I absolutely knew I was going to have to deal with the Crest hogging half the sink at the Lodge. What I was unaware of though, is that he opted to step up his game.

I guess this is a good time to back up and tell you, I hate camouflage clothing. It’s fine on military boys, matter of fact, in that case I even get a little warm fuzzy. But on the average Joe, it makes me think of a bloody Bambi falling over in the wilderness leaving behind baby deer to starve.

He knows this.

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By michaela renee on 8/19/2009 5:33 PM

To say I’m a Class A grouch when I have to get up before the sun rises is the world’s understatement. Because I don’t think grouches have vengeance…and I do.

Unfortunately the sun rises early here, but fortunately my PIC knows this and he’s got a Class A strategy to counter my early AM attitude.

But I’m getting ahead of myself, because that little tidbit puts at day three.

Yesterday we woke up at a normal hour and had a breakfast consisting of a Bloody Mary, two eggs over-easy and toast, my absolute favorite.

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By michaela renee on 8/18/2009 9:26 AM

As we approached the floating dock, a circa 1950 plane sat bobbing in the wicked waters of the Ketchikan harbor. The wind was blustering. I glanced around questioning our decision not to hunker down for the night and catch the Ferry in the morning. Then I caught the age of the other two passengers…circa World War II. Which gave me a sigh of relief and an air of doubt in the same breath.

As the pilot tossed our luggage up in the small aircraft my co-partner or PIC on this journey mentioned that it would be a bumpy ride in the Beaver. My “what did you just say” death glare prompted him to continue on. “This is a DeHavaland Beaver, Babe…these pilots are the best in the country.”

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