It was small, crowded, busy, the food was just adequate, and Audrey was overcharged, went back to the counter and got $3.50 refunded. "Ethnic food is not the best here", Roz said, but recommended a Tex-Mex restaurant by the dock. Meanwhile another customer came in, a woman: where can I find a laundromat? Out came the book with the listings.Īudrey was quite hungry, so our last question was about dinner. It took a while to get there, for we never found the short cut to which she directed us, and Audrey kept asking-"are you sure you know where you are going?" Roz was very nice, a warm common-sense person who gave us loads of material and advice, including tips on the bus to Mendenhall Glacier. The volunteer who answered, Roz, said she was getting ready to close, but would wait for us. of Alaska and had a boy-friend in South Carolina.Īs soon as we arrived in our room, I called the visitor center-housed in a log cabin, a replica of the first Juneau schoolhouse. An Indian woman at a stand next to the theater told us how proud she was of her Haida heritage, also that she studied accounting at the local branch of the U. One is reminded of Cecily, the wacky Alaska town in "Northern Exposure": scruffy characters in the street, a drunk woman staggering past us, and the deli downstairs selling vials of ginseng-based love potion (only 99 cents). A large cruise liner was anchored downtown and fancy boutiques lined the nearby street, with a "native Indian theater" right by the dock. The streets are steep and narrow, and big blocky government office buildings mix with cheap weatherbeaten clapboard. "Bed and Breakfast" indeed.Ī strange town, on an unlikely site. While I was getting them the owner called up Audrey in her room and apologized-the maid had been sick the day before. Audrey soon discovered that our pillows were still dirty from the previous tennant: the only caretaker was Wally, the scuzzy salesman at the counter downstairs, who called the owner and afterwards gave me the keys to room 5 and told me I could take the pillows there, they were clean. Actually it was a 6-room motel built upstairs above a deli store, sort of a scaled-down 7-11. We had expected " Sally's Bed and Breakfast" where we had rented a room, to be in somebody's home. A bearded driver, a Vietnam veteran (his cap said so) drove us into downtown Juneau, pointing out the sights on the way-here, the high school, there the hospital, and across the channel, a house just bought by Mel Brooks.
Snow covered the mountaintops and a big glacier loomed behind the airport, which was perhaps 10 miles north of town.
The capital of Alaska occupies a narrow strip between steep mountains and a shallow channel separating it from Douglas Island, lined at low tide with mudflats. Then the airplane dove into the murk, emerged above water and soon rolled to a stop in Juenau. The flight from Seattle to Juneau took a bit over two hours, but not much could be seen below except for clouds. Story Time on the Yukon Story Time on the Yukon
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