We paddle into the Skagway Harbor and pull our boats onto shore for the last time. The water is thick with mud, fish scraps and oil.
As with most incredible adventures, ours ends with no fanfare. There is no soundtrack pulling at our emotions, no slow zoom out to a sweeping panorama that seems to sum up the journey. Just Jeremy and I standing in mud, surrounded by people going about their lives. It seems much to abrupt.
We’ve battled wind, waves and weather. We saw and experienced things which brought tears to our eyes, quickened our pulse and kept us awake at night with amazement. We had intimate and sometimes frightening encounters with the wildlife that make up fairy tails and legends. During the long hours of paddling we contemplated our entire lives, pouring over decisions we had made, regrets, hopes, dreams. We are changed and somehow still the same, maybe richer, more open, and with a deeper understanding of ourselves.
We change out of our bibs, shower and are suddenly indistinguishable from the thousands of tourists which arrived by cruise ship. As we walk around Skagway I feel like I have a secret and no way to share it. An amazing story to tell- all that I saw, everything that happened to us, how we changed, this incredible journey…