Trip of a Lifetime

This blog is about our trip to Alaska, the Trip of a Lifetime. We have long spoken about such a trip but the timing or the finances were never right. When Tom's father passed away and left a sum of money we were left with the decision of what to use it for that would honor his memory. Certainly not a piece of furniture or home repair. Those things pass out of service and are left curb-side. We wanted a memory that would be with us forever.







And so idea of a trip to Alaska was formed! On a visit to the AAA office in Appleton, I inquired about such trips, explaining that we just were not a "dinner and dancing with the Captain" sort of couple. Existing on a ship that could pass for a small city along with several thousand other passengers, and dressing formally for dinner just did not hold appeal. The brochures from a company named Cruise West caught our eye. As Goldilocks said, this one was "just right!"



My intention was to maintain this blog as we continued on our travels. I failed to take into account the fact that most of the areas we were in had no internet connections available (also no TV or phone!) ... so the remainder of the blog will be an "after the fact" accounting. I hope you enjoy it!

PHOTOGRAPHS WILL BE ADDED AS SOON AS I GET THEM LOADED AND EDITED...............









Saturday, August 28, 2010

Naked Chicken and Northern Grits

I discovered another reason why I like Charlie--- she lived in Embarrass, Wisconsin earlier in her life!  Not only does she participate in schutzhund but she is a Wisconsin home girl!  At dinner, both Maddy and I wanted our chicken without the mushroom sauce, so I asked for "naked chicken".  It was served on polenta, which is corn meal mush, which had been formed into a pan and cut in squares.  We termed that "northern grits".  Our beautiful, flower decorated salad was served with a white wine vinagrette that was incredibly delicious.  Along with our naked chicken and northern grits, it was a memorable first dinner for me.

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