Blame Game

We went out for burgers before getting on the road this evening to take the girls back to their folks. They're pretty good eaters-- both have big appetites, and although either girl will try anything that I cook, the older sister is much more adventurous when it comes to dining out. So burgers it was: Laney ordered a cheeseburger from the kids menu, and Ally ordered something huge with a fried egg and onion rings on top, and their plates were nearly clean when I paid the check and we headed north.

Traffic on I-95 is always dicey, and even on a Sunday evening I was on the brakes hard a couple of times. There were a few bumps and lane changes as well, and it wasn't long before Ally was complaining that my driving was making her sick.

"Sorry," I said. "I'll try to drive more gently, because I'm sure that's what the problem is, especially since it couldn't possibly be those 1500 calories you scarfed down at dinner."

Last Frontier

We've been back from vacation since Tuesday, but my mind and my heart aren't quite home yet. Things that are usually a little aggravating about where we live, like crowds and traffic, are enormously so now, and things I generally share with my fellow inside-the-Beltway-ites, like a preoccupation with Congress, the economy, and all matter of international troubles, seem crushing in their mundane negativity.

Just today I looked at the clock and thought, Well, it's Saturday-- the tour will be in Talkeetna right about now, waiting for the train to Denali. How gold is the aspen and birch? How cottony is the fireweed? Is it clear enough to see the mountain?

Oh, it's just vacation envy; I harbor no illusions about actually living in Alaska. How can I be so sure? Well Alaska is enjoying some measure of celebrity in popular culture these days. In addition to many, many Facebook pages dedicated to the 49th state, there are lots of blogs, and tons of TV reality shows. So this morning when I was feeling a little wistful, I tuned into to Edge of Alaska, a Discovery Channel production about a little town on the Wrangell Range and its hardy denizens.

The one episode I saw featured a man in his 70s using his ATV to right his outhouse after a black bear knocked it over (In the winter I don't mind pooping on a paper plate and throwing it into the fire, he said, but summer's different.), a family attempting to plow a garden with their sled dogs, a couple of guys unsuccessfully flying into the bush and hiking six miles to get to the mouth of an abandoned mine, and a woman kayaking 10 miles down a rapid river to stake a claim for gold.

I'm just not sure that's for me.

Sister Time

The girls were bickering on the way home from the pool this afternoon about who would get the first shower and how long it would be. Ally has dermatitis and the chlorine drying on her skin makes it itchy and dry, but Laney didn't want to sit around in her wet bathing suit while her sister took the long, hot shower she wanted.

We suggested several possible solutions: rinse off and shower later, change out your suit into something dry while you wait, etc. but neither girl was happy with any of them. "Fine!" Ally finally said. "You can take your shower first!"

"You have to at least wash your face before!" her sister replied in a loud and testy voice as we crossed the parking lot toward home. The absurdity of the conversation made me laugh out loud.

Just across the way, a couple was carrying their infant daughter to the car. They chuckled at the argument, too. "Is this what we have to look forward to?" the young woman smiled.

"Not if you have a boy next!" Heidi told her.

Here it Comes

The God-daughters are here, and at ages 15 and 11? In just a few short hours they are helping to ease the transition back to school. All their concerns and interests are directly relevant to those of most of the kids we'll meet in less than three weeks. Peer issues, transition anxiety, music, and apps, I'm pretty sure everything we discussed on the 2 hour drive home will come in handy quite soon.

I thought I wasn't ready to go back, but I really must thank the girls for reminding me that I am. 

I really am. 

That's a Thing?

I felt lucky not to experience any sea sicknesses whatsoever aboard the cruise ship we spent 7 nights on last week. Sure, I felt the motion of the ship, but it seemed like a relatively calm passage. A day and a half into our journey, we disembarked at the first port of call, Icy Strait Point. It would be the worst weather of the trip, rainy and in the low 50s. We were only there for a few hours, and most of what there was to see was built on the pier where the tenders dropped us. As we made our way through the cannery-turned-museum-and-gift shops, I felt the floor swaying. This place must be a floating pier, I assumed, although it didn't really look like it.

In Juneau, Skagway, and Ketchikan, I felt a bit of dizziness, but soon I was on a cable car, train, and tour bus, respectively. I mentioned the feeling of vertigo in passing to my traveling companions, but it was mild and we let it drop. Last night? Heidi was complaining of bed spins, and I was still reeling. Google to the rescue: we seem to have mal de debarquement, also known as "land sickness," although thankfully ours seem to be mild cases.

According to Web MD:

Mal de debarquement syndrome (MdDS) is a rare and little understood disorder of the body's balance system (vestibular system) and refers to the rocking sensation and/or sense of imbalance that persists for an excessive length of time after an ocean cruise, plane flight or other motion experience. Most people after exposure to an ocean trip or long airplane ride will experience "motion" after the event is over and for a short period of time, with two days being the upper limit of normal. But for persons with MdDS, these sensations may last for 1 month or a year or even many years. Symptoms may diminish in time or periodically disappear and reappear after days, months, or years, sometimes after another motion experience or sometimes spontaneously. This syndrome is probably more common than the literature might lead us to believe, as the level of awareness in the general population as well as among health personnel is very low.

The disproportionate length of time over which the discomfort persists is normally unaccompanied by nausea, nor is it responsive to motion-sickness drugs.

For reasons that are not understood, middle aged women are overwhelmingly more likely to come down with MdDS than are men. However, most studies so far have disavowed hormones as a cause.

Coincidentally, Heidi ran into one of our neighbors this afternoon and as they discussed our trip the topic of this pesky rocking sensation came up, too. "Oh, you have mal de debarquement!" our neighbor, who is also a middle-aged woman, exclaimed. "Mine lasted 12 days-- I staggered around work for two whole weeks!"

Ours seem to be a mild cases and I have confidence they will be gone soon. If not? I guess it's just kind of a neurological souvenir of our great vacation. 

Scammed

Yes, that was us last evening standing in the busy Vancouver Sea Bus terminal trying to figure out how to use the fare machines. Perhaps our confusion was further compounded by the unfamiliar currency; certainly I've seen tableaus like ours many times in our public transit stations. There we were, a five CAD bill in hand when a gaunt woman with filthy teeth, lank grayish-brown hair, and wild blue eyes approached us with a handful of coins. Adding to our confusion, she offered to trade us her money for ours. There was a moment of wondering whether that would make it easier to use the machine, and then it all went downhill so fast. She took the five and before she handed over the change she dropped some pennies on the ground. Everyone's attention was diverted-- "Get that one!" she pointed and then turned on her heel and took off for the door without ever handing over the coins. I felt foolish and angry, but I also felt pity-- all that trouble for what amounted to three US dollars and 85 cents? She obviously needs it more than we do.

Sorry Vancouver

Sure, you have ocean and mountains. You have several cute neighborhoods, an Olympic stadium, lots of coffee shops, breweries, markets, sea buses, and an awesome public park with gardens, beaches, and totem poles. After a week at sea, I also very much appreciate your city water and flushing toilets. You seem to be a really nice city, but you're just not... Alaska.