Juneau

"Juneau what?"

"No. What?"

Couldn't resist writing that--ever since I saw the t-shirt. 

We really didn't see much of Juneau if you think of going from here to there on streets. 

But if you think of going almost straight up, we saw a lot. 

The tram ride to the top of Mt. Roberts gave a unique perspective of the area and a top down view of the Amsterdam. 

At the very top we could see all four of the cruise ships in port. 

And we could see a much wider mountain range across the harbor. 

A surreal forest of huge trees surrounded us. 

Signage explained the looping shapes of these mountain hemlocks. The curvature is called "snowcrook" and is caused by heavy snow creeping and sliding down the mountain. The snow, along with strong winds, bends the trunks while they are still young saplings.   

I did some meditating while sitting in an eagle nest. 

And I visited the resident, captive eagle in his concrete enclosure. Everyone was  excited to be so close to a live eagle, but I was more sad than impressed. 

Every so often he would fly up and try to escape. Ouch!

Back in town we walked the main street where I think jewelry stores outnumbered the souvenir shops. 

We watched crabs being boiled at the most ostentatious building in town. 

But we gave our business to the new "shack" in town-- so new they only had a xeroxed sign on the wall. 

Time to return to the ship and have a wee sit-down on the pier. 

During dinner in the dining room we had--Juneau what? 

Something rare. And not usually on the menu:  A nice slice of town.