It started innocently. I packed my binoculars and a copy of The Lost Crown . I told my friends, "I’m going to find the wild habitat of the penguins." Nobody corrected me. Perhaps they wanted to see how this played out.
I landed in Anchorage, rented a 4x4, and immediately asked a local ranger: "Where is the best viewing spot for the Madagascar penguins?" Searching for- the penguins of madagascar in-Al...
The silence that followed was deafening. The ranger, a kind woman named Deb who has probably seen every dumb tourist question in the book, blinked three times. "You mean... puffins ?" It started innocently