I sit at a desk in my hotel room looking out at Resurrection Bay, hearing the waves beat against the shore. It is almost midnight here and yet it is not quite dark outside. I still have a view of the mountains across the bay, even though clouds obscure them.

For the past week and a half, I have stared out windows of the places we have stayed. The most wonderful views meet my eyes; they are perfect windows to inspire writing–yet I have had not taken the time to write. Mostly because I am spending time with my family, but also because we have been going, going, going ever since our vacation began.

And while I have the perfect view for writing, as I look though the pictures I have taken, I realize I may not have the words to express the beauty, wildness, and yet familiarity of Alaska. I will try.

But now, the street light has turned on (finally, as it is 11:50 p.m.) and more adventures are awaiting tomorrow. The words will have to wait.