The last time we went to the canal, it was in one fell swoop from Atlantic to Pacific. This time it’s Pacific to Gatun Lake to just sit for the night and go back the same way tomorrow. Last time during that day there were ships in the lake waiting their turn and that’s what we expected.  Nope. It was this. Still. Quiet. I felt like I was in the boundary waters of Minnesota except for the hot and humid part. Everyone else on the ship was inside after getting up so early this morning.  So it was just Al and Mary up on the back  of the 12th deck.  Still. Quiet. Magical.