The Medenhall glacier et al
Trip Start
May 16, 2006
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Trip End
Jun 16, 2006
Juneau,
Alaska,
United States
Saturday, May 27, 2006
We did a ton of walking. The wildlife path, The rainforest loop on Douglas Island and also on Douglas Island, the Tredwell mine history path. We also drove up to "The end of the road" which is what people here in Juneau call the place where the road ends, however, there's been talk even while we were here about a 90 mile section of road being completed between here and Skagway. There by connecting Juneau to the outside world by something other that sea and sky
Accedents will happen
.Along the road to the "end of the road" we passed The Shrine of St Terrece which was pretty but creepy. I hope I won't offend the Catholics of the world by saying that the stations of the cross are a little creepy. Yes, Christ died for your sins and possibly mine, however, the stations of the cross play out like a slasher film. Such as: "Jesus condemned to die"(no 1), "Jesus falls a third time" (no 9),"Jesus dies on the cross" (no 12). So at the shrine of St Terrese, they had a little "stations of the cross prayer path" that you could follow and see all of them depicted. At the end of the prayer path was a memorial to all the unborn victims of abortion. That was when I checked out. It's a lovely church, out on a rocky promontory, made of field stone (see photo) but I couldn't deal, so bucket and I walked back to the parking lot.
After that we drove out to the rainforest walk on Douglas Island where Bucket almost got in a tussle with a porcupine. Those things are huge, like the size of a very short St Bernard, and covered in quills. We had a met a fellow whose dog got quilled earlier in the trip and he was having a ton of problems so I wanted to avoid a interaction. Bucket was off leash and I yelled at him to "WAIT!" which in Bucket speak means "stop moving". He did. Even though I could see that he wanted very badly to go smell his new found friend. I knew that this could only end in tears. In the fear of the moment, no one took any pictures of our flushed wildlife, but we were glad not to have to make another trip to the vet under worse circumstances.
Then we followed the Tredwell mine history trail which is supposed to follow the area around the Tredwell mine and cave in... and does... but now-a-days it's less history tour and more "hesher hangout". We couldn't get more than a few hundred yards without running into a group of kids who were undoubtedly looking for a good place to chill it and smoke pot, maybe drink a few tall boys and try to score with hair chicks. So we headed out to the beach and let bucket play and stopped trying to harsh the mellow.
After that it started to rain anyway.
