I know you've all been waiting anxiously, so here comes the thrilling tale of my search for a lumberjack. Connie, Becky, and I got to Ketchikan on a beautiful, sunny Friday morning. We got off the ship and did a bit of sightseeing (Creek Street: where fish and fishermen come up the creek to spawn—hmm, sounds promising). We found the home of the lumberjack show and heard cheering coming from inside. Those lumberjacks must be good!
The excitement was building. Can you feel the excitement? First we learned how to yell like a proper lumberjack. (Yo-hoe!) Then the men came out. Woah, look at that! They can saw through logs!
They can climb really tall poles!
They can run on logs in the water!
Yep, they were definitely manly men. Excellent! But the question remained: Would we be able to meet them? Would they want to come home with us? We waited patiently with a lot of other people who apparently came to Alaska in search of lumberjacks and finally got up close and personal (mine's the one on the right, by the way).
And then, before we could ask any of them if they'd like our phone numbers, they moved right on to the next lucky lady who wanted her picture taken. Oh, crushing defeat. So I consoled myself with a travel-size lumberjack who will never leave dirty suspenders lying on the floor. Maybe next time I'll have more luck with the real thing.
2 comments:
Yo-hoooooe! That was definitely fun, even though none of the lumberjacks followed us home.
So fun! I have to say that the one you brought home is darling.
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