Anchorage

At the airport in Juneau, we ran into a Juneau lawyer who Barbara thought managed cruise ship deaths – if old people die on the ship, makes the arrangements. We are speculating, with 15,000 people docking in Juneau every day, many of a certain age, there must be a fair number of deaths. But it turns out he is lawyer to crew who get into trouble onshore. If they get caught drunk and disorderly or are arrested for assault, he helps them out. The complications come because the crew often have no address or country of origin because they live on the ship. That somehow doesn't seem right – just because you have this job living at the bottom of a boat, doesn't mean you have no country. I regret not asking him how the crew paid for his services given that they make minimum wages.

Anchorage is a big city – 250,000. Barbara's friend's daughter Kendra picked us up and we went to dinner with Susan and Kendra. We ended up doing an Anchorage pub crawl – for hours as the sun set oh so slowly into the west. The first bar was Darwsin's ?? – an old-time bar with a charming bartender, friendly patrons, and cheap drinks. We moved on to the Snow Gooose – their top outdoor terrace that looks out over the Cook Inlet and the setting sun. We ended up in the Crows Nest atop the highest end hotel in Anchorage. Great view, great service, great bowsls of olives nad nuts, we stayed for a few hours as the sun set slowly into the west. At about 11:30 we hailed a cab back to Kendra's house, the sun still slowly setting.