Mountain View Inn Haines
cnr Mud Bay Rd & 2nd Ave Haines, Alaska, United States
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My Life is Amazing
... then realized it was not a bear; it was a wolverine! It quickly slinked it’s was gracefully over the guardrail and disappeared down the side of the cliff. I so badly wanted to get out and look over the rail to catch another glimpse of it; it had disappeared before I could even turn on my camera. But I was on a winding road with no shoulder…so I drove on, contemplating the entire rest of the trip what an amazing life I have. Halfway back, I saw the turn for Mosquito Lake ...
Once in a Lifetime Day
... some pictures. I knelt along the side of the road, the wet dirt soaking through my pants, and watched the eagle. A few yards away was a photographer. I heard him say to me, "Did you see the bears?" and nod his head down the road in the direction I had come. I looked, and in the middle of the road were two large brown bear cubs playing! I immediately started taking pictures, and noticed a third come out of the brush from the river bank. IN awe, I continued to stare and photograph ...
A visit to Haines
... on Wednesday, but occasionally on Tuesday, like we did on this Tuesday. We walked thru the town, always heading toward the location of Fort Seward. Before we had reached our last shop, the rain began to fall and lasted for the rest of our time on shore. His marked the third day of rain that we had seen so far on our trip. On our way to the fort we passed one house that was covered with ravens. Not statues, but real birds perched on the roof and fences ...
More Rain, the Nine, and Spruce Tip Ale
... That night we had reservations at the ship's specialty restaurant, Olympic. It was, without question, an epic meal. I think we had six or seven waiters, including a fairly pretentious sommalier. I liked him. We ordered a $125 bottle of wine to show how much we appreciated his pretentiousness. Our meal started with a lovely little amuse bouche, a spicy tomato gazpacho that came in a teeny tiny bowl and a teeny tiny spoon. I ...
Goldrush
... nur hier durchkommen konnte. Und sie kamen, erst Jahre spaeter zwar, aber in Massen. Man schaetzt die Zahl der Hoffnungsvollen auf ca. 100000. Via den damals noerdlichsten Hafen ueber den White Pass oder den legendaeren Chilkoot Trail fuehrte der Fussweg zum Lake Bennet. Von dort ging es mit Booten weiter nach dem 450 Meilen entfernten Dawson City. Einer von ihnen war Jack London, dessen Buecher die Geschichten des Goldrauschs in die Welt hinaustrugen. Damals musste jeder der ...


