According to ChatGPT:
Today’s stop: Unga Island, population: moss. Once a bustling Aleut fishing village, now it’s a masterclass in scenic decay. Think “Pinterest-worthy ghost town” meets “Alaskan nature reclaiming her security deposit.” The buildings are tilting, the seabirds are judging, and the wildflowers are having a field day (literally). It felt like walking through a very quiet, very windy history book—with no page numbers, but plenty of personality.
I wasn’t going to go ashore. Rotting buildings and wild cows? But Carlton can still push my buttons. Shut up. Suit up. Show up.
Tomorrow I think we’ll be having zodiac rides. Don’t know if we’ll be going ashore. Doesn’t much matter, it’s all good.