Night #21: Exit Glacier. Kenai Fjords National Park. 5250 miles. After a hot shower, a breakfast burrito, and a Bonine tablet in Seward, we took a boat trip around the Kenai Peninsula. We got a reserved seat next to a couple from Florida who complained about the seating arrangements (both A and the lady wanted to sit forward to avoid sea sickness). They spoke to us in English and then to each other in Spanish about us. I could barely make out the words "handsome" and "intelligent." Anyhoo, we saw a family of Humpbacks (probably my favorite animal of all time) and a sleeping Humpback, a very rare sight. Killer whales, sea lions, puffins, porpoises, bald eagles, and enormous blue-glowing glaciers. Our fav was the Aialik Glacier. There were thousands of floating icebergs at its feet, some with sea lions on them, and we heard the constant sound of distant thunder, the glacier calving. On the entire trip, our perspectives were thrown off. As soon as it seemed like we were within touching distance of an iceberg, we were told it was miles away. And it was all very quiet, and serene, except for when the deckhands would get on the horn and say "Prime Rib is ready" and everybody would rush down to load up. Also, we found a great little place near where we were tenting that sold salmon that was caught that day. It was like taking a bite just pulled from the waters. We ate all of what we had before bed.