It was November so the trees were tinged with autumn colours as we started from one end of the huge park and slowly meandered to the far end. In spite of its beauty and size, it was impossible to escape the sound of traffic. Continue reading New York’s Central Park
One of my daughters raved about New York but it was never a place I wanted to visit. I’d rather be surrounded by trees than high-rise. But when she suggested we meet up there for the Remembrance Day, long weekend, I was soon on a flight that crossed the continent.
We hung out in Brooklyn for a day which appeared other worldly with an overload of Jewish men in traditional garb, posters in Hebrew and even buses with Hebrew calligraphy along the side.
I left Skagway by ferry, heading south to Prince Rupert on a two-day journey through the Inside Passage. Continue reading Alaska’s Ketchikan
Skagway was cruise ship haven, with thousands of people invading the streets to lick ice cream while meandering along the main drag from one overpriced store to another. Fortunately, I discovered Lower Dewey Lake trail behind the town, otherwise I might have gone crazy. Continue reading Skagway’s Lower Dewey Lake getaway
My plan before this trip, was to see the Arctic Ocean up in Tuktoyaktuk, then return through Dawson City to Whitehorse. After that, I had no idea. Only when I reached Skagway, did I decide to exit by ferry from the port in the direction of home.
I stayed in a cute, once a brothel hotel, and while having breakfast the following morning, was reminded I was in Alaska, U.S.A. A woman nearby, talked incessantly about the guns she and her husband had brought on the trip. It wasn’t my kind of breakfast conversation. Continue reading Skagway decision