Asea.

It's easy to lose track of time and the days, and I won't try to tell a rigidly chronological story. In fact, this won't be a story at all, just me Sandi, Sandi's Dad, and 56 other passengers wearing too much flannel, peering too often through binoculars or cameras, and spouting too many opinions.

Asea:

What, you couldn't come up with one more of the same "E"?

The obligatory emergency procedures drill:

Sandi in our "cozy" cabin. The picture makes it look a LOT bigger than it was. It was tiny, and I mean really tiny.

We got to see a lot of the FIL with the BVC. (That would be the Father-In-Law with the Blasted Video Camera.) But I returned the favor; he got to see a whole lot more of the SIL with the BSC*

 

  *The Son-In-Law with the Blasted Still Camera