This is me, zip lining.
Indeed, I harnessed myself up, kissed my husband in a tree, a hundred and fifteen feet in the air, and flung myself into the wide open. And for those of you who don't know this: heights tend to get me a bit petrified, especially if I look in strange directions. I can look down and straight out, but up and out sometimes make me skittish. But there was no pausing, no hesitancy, thought I will admit when they said, "This is the last one," I was not sad.
Still, we cannot upload pictures from my camera, but when we return, you can look forward to the following: a very fuzzy (sort of Bigfoot type picture) of a black bear, the second that we saw in one hike; Mendenhall Glacier; five humpback whales breaching in a row, along with bubble feeding; sea lions; mountains and mountains and ocean; caribou; me and the Husband looking adorable in life jackets and later, zip lining gear; towel creatures; horseback riding; bald eagles; salmon spawning; and the champagne we drank to celebrate our one week anniversary (thank you, Lane, Chad, Angie, and Jay, who sneakily sent us coupons for drinks on the ship, a great surprise, and definitely used, especially on that night of our one week anniversary, leaving the Husband a little hung over on his horseback adventure--by the way, you'll appreciate this--he rode a horse named Doc).
For now, I will link to our professional wedding pictures. We haven't had a chance to look at all of them, but that's only because internet is timed in these parts.
Also, we've added a little something since we've gotten married: a joint email account. So if you want to tell us both a little something, you can email poetryandmaps at gmail dot com. You'll get both of us!
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