Skagway was a tiny little town surrounded by mountains. As you know, I'm partial to those. There I hitched a ride on the White Pass railroad into the mountains towards Yukon territory. Beautiful country. Then we sailed on to glacier bay to witness some of the final remnants of North America's ice age. They're fading fast. When the area was first mapped in 1750, there was no bay. The ice protruded 5 miles into the open ocean. Now, you sail 65 miles into the bay before you encounter any ice. 65 miles in 250 years. If the glaciers had melted that fast at the end of the ice age, there would've been worldwide flooding, making it seem as though the world were ending, resulting in many tales of flood survival handed down through the ages. Oh, wait, that did happen. Then it was on to Ketchikan, Alaska's "first city", or it's last, if you're traveling south, as we were by this point. There I visited with the local Tlingit Indian tribe, and toured their village. Then, two more days of sailing, and an evening in Victoria, BC, and I find myself back in Seattle, waiting for a plane home. I have more photos than I could ever share, but i'll post a selection of them soon.