Our Alaska Trip... Part One

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A very dignified hamburger joint close to Seattle...

Waiting in line... feeling a little apprehensive...

Now I know why... This baby is huge... This is the back...

Middle...

The end...

Do you see the mountain in the background?  Mt. Rainier
We are now on board and still in port in Seattle...

The boat provided many hours of endless entertainment...  This was a fruit and vegetable carving demo...

Many delicious desserts and coffee always available...

And for a change, the husbands were always available...
The husband... He looks a little wicked me thinks...
 

First Formal Night...Scary Canary...
 

Sushi...

Hmmm... Lamb?

This is nothing more than plain vegetables... Fixed right purty don't ya figure...

More dessert...

Always after dinner a show...

Ketchicam... Totem poles... rain forest...

Bruce and I left the boat early and hiked the whole town pretty much...

This is only the first part of the trip... More to follow...
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  1. AnonymousSeptember 12, 2012 at 11:38 AM

    Oh wow, you're already home! Glad you were safe. Did you come back all fancy-schmancy from your uppity cruise? (Just kidding!) It looks like alot of fun. I am sure I would gain weight with all the yummy desserts. The sushi would hardly tempt me....was it good? Can't wait to see more!
    ~Jenn

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  2. JudySeptember 13, 2012 at 4:47 PM

    looks like fun!!!

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  3. ArlaSeptember 14, 2012 at 6:07 PM

    Lovely.

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  4. On the HillSeptember 15, 2012 at 11:28 AM

    Oh, glad you had fun, guess we missed out on the info that you were going!! ~Dena

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  5. JoAnnaSeptember 21, 2012 at 10:30 PM

    Wow Shilah! This looks super cool and like a lot of fun. What a ginormous ship!

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  6. JessieOctober 5, 2012 at 11:25 AM

    You and Kristi look so radiant...nice pics...thanks for sharing.

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