Back from the edge of Earth

Steam rises from Shishaldin Volcano
at sunset Friday.

After several days on a ship in the wet,
windy Aleutians, I still feel
the floor moving, even though it's not.

I'm stealing glances at my bikes
while catching up on chores. Laundry, bills,
errands and unpacking
are a lot less fun than riding.

On the bright side, we docked in Dutch Harbor
on time yesterday and I boarded a plane
that slipped out of town during a tiny window
of less-shitty-than-it-could-have-been weather,
so a couple of people in my office are sure
to have lost bets on how long
I'd be trapped out there.

Don't forget to stop at the ATM, Luke.