These photos are from July 12. Last morning on the ferry and into Skagway in early afternoon.
After two glorious days, the weather was bound to turn. And it did. But, there was nothing much to do but pack up and wait. Most of the people got off in Juneau. Some got on in Juneau, mostly returning home to Skagway or Haines after a visit to the doctor, dentist,or Costco. Most likely all three.
It was a great trip. But, good to be onto the next part of the adventure. But,
If I didn’t have a place to stay, my Plan B was to haul-ass back to the ferry before it left for Sitka.
Right now, the asylum is not so good. I am seriously considering moving out. Well, not really. Keeping the Old Bat Cave. But keeping it for later. Later if I live long enough to be really old. Or later until the establishment gets its shit together. I can honestly say, if it weren’t for the dear friends that I have here, I wouldn’t be here today. I would be somewhere else. But, I can make a case for keeping my lodgings here as a legal address and as a long-term care insurance policy.
And what was it that pushed me over the edge? Breakfast. This morning. The waffles. Eggos. Not even “good” Eggos. Bad knockoff Eggos. No. I didn’t take a picture. The Asylum used to serve ok real waffles made in a waffle iron. Not anymore apparently. I wonder about the pancakes?
I am most likely just having a little hissy-fit. Most likely I’ll get over it. But, I sure as hell don’t recommend this place to anyone.
By the way. They had to end the palliative care services due to lack of staffing. That really is serious. Much more serious than defective waffles.