DAY Thirty-four: Ferry to Sitka

In a drenching rain we boarded the ferry for Bellingham, Washington. There are 14 motorcycle on board. Keith from Oregon is riding a Yamaha sidecar rig. Tony from Rhode Island is riding a Harley. Together we staked out a sleeping quarter on the Solarium deck. Sleeping bags on lounge chairs.

Our view off the stern of the ship

We were awoke at 4:30 am for those getting off and boarding in Juneau.

The rest of the day was a combination of sun and fog. No rain though. Some of th sights of the day....

Fishing boat heading out for a days catch in Juneau

Distant snow peaks

Racing back to port ahead of the approaching fog

Sitting in Sitka, the fog gains on us

Working barge with rock rubble, men toil and struggle....

"There's a race of men that don't fit in,

A race that can't stay still;

So they break the hearts of kith and kin,

And they roam the world at will.

They range the field and they roam the flood,

And they climb the mountain's crest;

Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,

And they don't know how to rest."

 

from "The men who don't fit in" by Robert Service.

 

Nite Da'mit, sleep well my friends

 

 

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