A buffalo on the side of the Alaska Highway

seawestshanties:

Cheese, crackers, almonds, watermelon, and a decaf coffee. Some banana bread later, perhaps.

After boarding the ferry alongside two boisterous high school soccer teams, I quickly took a b-line for the Seawest. The Spirit of Vancouver Island, while one of the fleet’s older vessels, boasts in my opinion, the best Seawest Lounge of them all. Seats wrap around the front of the ship, and a partition separates the snack area from the seating, making it an even quieter affair.

This however did not prevent me from being disturbed by a rather loud family who burst into the Lounge looking alcohol of all things. “You got any booze in here?” asked the rather gruff man. “No sir, not on the ferries. We are a frozen highway.”

There was moment of palpable tension, but in the end, the family forked over their twelve dollars, grabbed a cheese plate, and most importantly, froze their yapping. All is right in the Seawest Lounge.

A thrilling night on the high seas.

Somewhere in BC

Whitehorse, Yukon Whitehorse, Yukon Whitehorse, Yukon

Whitehorse, Yukon

En route to the Yukon En route to the Yukon En route to the Yukon En route to the Yukon

En route to the Yukon

Watson Lake, Yukon Watson Lake, Yukon

Watson Lake, Yukon

seawestshanties:

Almonds, cheese, crackers, cookies. Maybe a coffee and a cupcake later on.

There’s a woman running the Seawest today who’s younger than the usual steward. Has a kind of practiced, but very genuine smile - like you might see on a dental hygienist. She might be a part-time dental hygienist.

Most of us here pay no mind to this, except a suited man looking for some small talk. He looks at the plated food offerings and asks the hygienist “What do you recommend?” And she has nothing to say, because she doesn’t care. Take some cheese and sit down.

crunchchronicles:

**On the heels of her electrifying debut earlier this month, Georgia Wisdom returns**
February 28th. 7:20 pm. Time spent in line: 22 minutes. Accoutrements: fries, Diet Coke.
A tumultuous start. After over 20 minutes in line, the Crunch I thought was mine was stolen by a man several customers behind me. I was left waiting what seemed like forever for the next one to come along, wondering all along what could have been. Was that my perfect crunch that just walked out the door?All my fears were put to rest when I unwrapped and found this beautiful burger. Two corners of the patty peeked out from the sides of the bun, like two loving arms welcoming me home after being away for far too long.I bit down to that old familiar taste, yet somehow, this Crunch managed to keep me guessing. Some bites were soft, full of sauce and plump, juicy chicken, while others crunched with fresh lettuce and hot, perfectly fried breading. There were no dull moments tonight. Even the tomatoes, usually a soft and saggy afterthought, met me with resistance when I bit down, as if demanding me to taste them.And like the warm embrace of a distant lover, I began to miss, to ache for the taste of this Crunch before it was even gone. When will I see you again, I thought. Even tomorrow would feel like an eternity. Until next time, Crunch.5/5

crunchchronicles:

**On the heels of her electrifying debut earlier this month, Georgia Wisdom returns**

February 28th. 7:20 pm. Time spent in line: 22 minutes. Accoutrements: fries, Diet Coke.

A tumultuous start. After over 20 minutes in line, the Crunch I thought was mine was stolen by a man several customers behind me. I was left waiting what seemed like forever for the next one to come along, wondering all along what could have been. Was that my perfect crunch that just walked out the door?

All my fears were put to rest when I unwrapped and found this beautiful burger. Two corners of the patty peeked out from the sides of the bun, like two loving arms welcoming me home after being away for far too long.

I bit down to that old familiar taste, yet somehow, this Crunch managed to keep me guessing. Some bites were soft, full of sauce and plump, juicy chicken, while others crunched with fresh lettuce and hot, perfectly fried breading. There were no dull moments tonight. Even the tomatoes, usually a soft and saggy afterthought, met me with resistance when I bit down, as if demanding me to taste them.

And like the warm embrace of a distant lover, I began to miss, to ache for the taste of this Crunch before it was even gone. When will I see you again, I thought. Even tomorrow would feel like an eternity. Until next time, Crunch.

5/5