
25 July 2017. Our next port of call was Skagway, a small town of under a thousand people, a population that doubles in the summer to work the tourist trade. Big cruise ships like ours are the usually visitors. And so, three to five thousand people stop by for the day. We docked with another big ship and we all flooded off our floating fortresses to walk the boardwalk streets and find adventure.
The center of town is only a few blocks long and fewer wide. It is well painted and well kept. One peculiarity of our two Alaskan ports was the number of jewelry shops featuring diamonds that each town held. Do people really buy expensive jewelry on vacation? Continue reading
Early on the morning of the 25th, our very huge ship crept into Glacier Bay and stopped. There was an eerie silence which replaced the constant hum of the motor that I had stopped be conscious of hearing. We could hear the water lapping against the ship but it was a small and quiet sound. Julia and I had not woken up to see the approach to Glacier Bay, but right after we stopped, we dressed hurriedly and stood out on our balcony. Had we not had a balcony, it would have been truly fine to share the sight with others on an open deck, but we didn’t need to share at all. It was like being alone with magnificence. We stood, watching, taking pictures in awe and wonder.
Embarkation: Yes! Sleep was better. Overtired and late night food—Julia’s choice of chicken strips and fries which were, I admit, superior but not conducive to sleep—and Wisconsin morning time were our challenges yesterday. Today, my eyes are open and julia is bushy tailed.
We drove up to Ashland, WI, during the weekend, a short trip to go to a memorial service. I’ve not been that far north and although the weather was wet, damp, then rainy and rather cold, there were trees to drive through and lake beaches to walk on. I fell into writing about where Julia is this summer which I’ll post separately.
A friend explained that she was distracted because she heard of another death. My first thought was of how another person was going to have to go through that journey. I sighed and felt bone tired weary. I know, I know, it’s inevitable and I know every journey is different — beloved partner to acquaintance, tragic, expected, prepared for, unexpected — but it is the journey from brokenness to the