Rob's mother sent us on an Alaskan cruise. When we fell asleep, we were surrounded by open-and-uninteresting ocean. We woke up in Tracy Arm.
57° 54′ 41″ N, 133° 24′ 8″ W...and the view.
(Sorry. Or, you're welcome. Whichever.)
Rob made me pose with the scenery. I felt like a complete idiot, but nothing says I'm on my honeymoon like an enthusiastic, "Okay, baby, whatever you want!"
And then the batteries in the camera died. And we hadn't brought any replacements with us. And there weren't batteries for sale anywhere on the ship. Leaving us with a total of three honeymoon pictures.
It was probably for the best. A massive, swimming-pool blue, honest-to-goodness fjord is not really photographable with a wimpy little civilian point-'n'-shoot. And not having pictures means there is no evidence of the monstrous plates of hideous food we devoured right after I slipped into something a little less I'm on my honeymoon.
Day 17: My family.
Day 22: Some place I've traveled.