There Are No Alps Through Which to Escape

September 18, 2025

Yep . This photo pretty much says it all.

I suppose it is the sign of a good vacation. To lose track of time.

For the most part, Cathy and I have tuned out from the world for ten days. These last two days, while at sea, and in Victoria, have been especially carefree.

Relaxing on a deck chair.

Shuffleboard on deck in the final hours of a storm when no one else braved going outside.

I think the score was Cathy 105, Rob -24.

A bit of the ol’ sticky wicket.

My golf game returned and I read the green as a fast one before Cathy could mount a charge.

Almost missing the Masquerade Ball after mistakenly thinking it was on Wednesday not Tuesday, and realizing our mistake only when seeing everyone all gussied up after we came inside from shuffleboard and croquet.

Arriving in Canada, strolling through Butchart Gardens.

And the harbor of Victoria.

Where Cathy offers, as she has throughout the trip, to return a favor

But last night, as we set sail from Victoria to Seattle for the final leg of this wonderful voyage, and  learned the news of the FCC cancellation of our beloved Jimmy Kimmel, we couldn’t help but feel like Maria and Baron Von Trapp returning home from their honeymoon to find that the Nazis have hung a flag on their home.

These are dark times my friends. I fear I will one day look back at this silly travel blog and smile that there was once a time so innocent and carefree.

Look after your children and their children my friends. Canada won’t take us (we tried) and there are no Alps through which to escape.