I contacted my bosses at the Homer News and suggested they send me on the sojourn for an in-depth report on the run.
I heard some mumbling in the background and then, suddenly, the editor gleefully concurred with the idea and said they'd help me set things up. I further inquired as to the possibility of also getting a stateroom. I hung up after waiting 15 minutes for the laughter to die down. Note: When media honchos react like that, one should be afraid, very afraid.
Thus, I prepared for a weeklong adventure in steerage class, where, if the weather gets really rough, the smart ones duct tape themselves to the floor at bedtime.
Because I had the budget of an L.A. wino, my wife cooked up enough chicken for me to reach Samoa along with a loaf of her raspberry nut bread. I contributed to the culinary effort by filling some empty Perrier bottles from the tap and freezing them. They not only kept the food cold in a small insulated carry-on, but once they melted, allowed me to quaff pretentious looking water while I wandered around wearing sundry professional traveler/writer ensembles that looked as if I had an appalling shopping day at a Goodwill rejects outlet.
Those tasks complete, I thought that I had the rest of my requirements pretty well planned out. Wrong.
Here are some tips for sailing steerage on the ferry.
I have other suggestions and "Lessons Learned," but you'll have to wait till next week.
Things to come: Launch time on the M/V Tustumena; Kodiak by foot; meeting the boys from Alaskan Magazine TV film crew; a run-in with a cadre of adult delinquents from the Homer Poop Group Gang and other "sites and sights."
<> In weeks to come, Nick Varney will continue his travelogue to include various notations aimed to educate you on the ways not to do things when sailing the Alaskan Marine Highway to the Aleutians, or anywhere else for that matter.