Flood warnings. Swollen rivers and lakes. A brown Gastineau Channel. Six inches of rain in four days? Well it's not like we had a choice.
I love Juneau. I have loved my time here and the friends I have made. But now it's really just stale bread, and I can't digest it much longer. It'll be moldy soon; then I'll be forced to hang on to something that has potential to leave a sour taste in my mouth for quite some time...
Yesterday turned out to be okay. None of the tourists want anything to do with the rain; it's like they didn't associate Alaska with wet, crappy weather. Really? I did one tour with full stage time (I sat around for 3 hours waiting for the group to get back from whale watching) which is really just long enough for me to sit in the bus in the rain and think about how much I miss home. Today I woke my butt up to do one quick transfer - 3.5 hours of work. I'm done, I'm tired, I feel broken. I have this horrible pit in my stomach thinking about how Daniel has been completely MIA for almost 5 days now. Most of all though, I resent the photos of my friends climbing in cool places, in the SUNSHINE. My heart has grabbed onto the idea of my travels this fall and now I can't get it out of my head. I want it to be now.
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