Today was a sea day, concentrating primarily on Hubbard Glacier. The weather was sunny and clear—a rarity—which made for even lovelier sightseeing than usual. I am trying to enjoy this trip in the moment, rather than living through a lens, so have taken few pictures. I may try to post a couple I did get when the Wi-Fi is a bit livelier.
Our wonderful lecturer, Dr Dave, narrated the Hubbard visit. He truly is terrific. And, rather than just talking through the whole thing, he came through in sporadic 5-minute bites, which really was perfect for the experience. As always, he was quite informative.
Yesterday was a stop at Icy Strait Point (aka, ISP). It’s a small port set-up a bit outside the town of Hoonah (population approx 950). It was cold (42 degrees), but the rain held off until the evening so most excursions were back before it got nasty. Unfortunately, the port was not really ready to receive visitors. Little by little, the operators canceled most of the excursions. Mine was a common experience. I’d signed up for one excursion, but it was canceled “by the operator” a few weeks before the cruise. So I signed up for another. It was canceled “by the operator” the second day of the cruise. So I signed up for about the only thing left—“Mountain Tram Adventure.”
Unfortunately, the operator was having great difficulties. The Regent agent would tell us to go one place. We’d go there, and the ground operator would tell us someplace different. We’d go there, and they’d have no idea why we were sent there. So we went back to the Regent agent, who then consulted the ground operator who then announced that he’d misunderstood (?) and the Regent agent had been right all along. Then the guide was missing. We waited about half an hour, with the Regent agent trying to give us updates, which largely consisted of “the ground operator doesn’t know where the guide is.” As I was about to give up and leave, the guide turned up. With no apologies.
The tram turned out to be open air, which was not pleasant in the cold. Fortunately, everyone carries face masks these days, so they were useful for keeping the face from freezing. Our tram rode around Hoonah for a bit, but the tour had to be cut short because of the lateness of the guide—they had to get back for the next tour. In this case, the truncation was merciful. Fortunately, the outing was rescued by a subsequent gondola ride to a mountaintop with a spectacular view.
Oh well, you can’t win them all. At least we didn’t get wet.