6:20 a.m, Orlando International Airport. Way too early and my second cup of coffee isn't really cutting it. I bet I forgot to pack something.
11:30 a.m., Denver International Airport. Hungry. Feed me.
3:45 p.m., Vancouver, British Columbia. This town is awesome and beyond beautiful. They say it always rains here but every time I visit I risk getting a sunburn.
2:30 p.m., on deck 10 of the Disney Wonder. Photo shoot with two of our officers and a couple of new friends from the Port of Vancouver.
5:45 p.m., sailing under the city's iconic 78-year-old Lions Gate Bridge toward the Straight of Georgia and ultimately the Inside Passage of Alaska.
10 a.m., inside the ship's ornate Walt Disney Theatre running through content and flow for this week's Crew Assembly. Video and slides loaded, check. Audio and lights adjusted, check. Closing show number rehearsed and ready, check.
4 p.m., navigating southeast Alaska's narrow, misty channels surrounded by greener-than-green islands and icy peaks in the distance. Whales surfacing on the starboard side. I imagine this is what the earth looked like at the dawn of creation.
3:20 p.m., Endicott Arm, Alaska, and a close encounter with Dawes Glacier. Un-freakin-believable.
10 a.m., docked in Skagway, Alaska, more than 900 crew members and officers gather in the theater for remarks by shoreside execs including an announcement of cool new elements coming to the ship this fall in dry dock. It's never lost on me how lucky I am to work with such talented people from all over the world.
2:45 p.m., ashore. Two-hour mountain bike rental, $21. Just me and the Last Frontier.
2:25 p.m., Juneau International Airport. Drizzly, downright dreary. Heading home. Looking at a layover in Seattle and a red-eye back to Florida.
5:44 a.m., stepping off Alaska Airlines flight 10 into the painful glare of Orlando International Airport. Spent the last five hours strapped in seat 12F next to a toddler who was remarkably well behaved. The squealing newborn next to him, not so much. Coffee is critical but the line at Starbucks is 17 miles long. Redirect to Duncan Donuts where the only person there is the guy behind the counter. "Large regular coffee, please," and a new day begins.
All told, approximately 8,015 miles.