The cloud malfunction has definitely passed us by for the moment; the day started grey and remained that way, all day. ☂️ We decided to re visit the road we came in on, as we really didn’t have the time on Saturday night to linger and take snaps. I named it waterfall pass. Why? See below.
We were hoping for a great view from the top of the road but the cloud got thicker as we got higher. So, it was not to be and back down we went, after a two hour excursion, for a light lunch. But nothing here is ever ‘light’; when will we learn? Mary ordered a small Pizza, that would easily have done for both of us and I ordered a burger that simply made the whole meal look amazingly over indulgent. There was a huge choice of beers; not very Slimming World ……….. but just the one!
And on a nearby table, the art of meal time family conversation is proved officially dead. After lunch we went for a walk, as chums have said (notably Pennie Cooper) there is always something to look at by a harbour; like Mary’s two headed Bald Eagle and the captains wheel, taken by me on a very peculiar camera setting!
We tried to photograph another harbour seal but failed miserably and we were just getting a bit maudlin when out of the blue an Arctic Tern attacked us. Shrieking, flying by and dive bombing us.
Eventually he or she settled back on the fence and then returned, lower down, to what we presumed was a nest. Not wanting to upset the dear critter any longer we moved on but as we moved on more terns reared up. The sky was alive, they were everywhere; they hovered, they yelled, they squawked, they swooped and one very kindly touched my head with an offering of both hate and objection. This is spelt beginning with an ‘s’ an ending in a ‘t’; brown and green in colour but small, thankfully, in quantity. It could have been much worse had it been a seagull; they breed them big round these parts. Yes, we had innocently stumbled on a long, long run of a nesting site.
It was hard to decide as we ran the gauntlet, if we were in a Hitchcock movie or an Attenborough documentary. The damp spot on my head definitely proved, that whichever it was, it was all very real!
You can just about make out how long this run was from the picture above, (look at the posts) and every time we thought that was it, up reared another lot to mob us. We eventually left them in peace, hoping that this new area of the port didn’t get put to too much use, to quickly, as we felt major human interference might prove unsettling for these obviously very territorial and protective birds.
The Bald Eagles gazed down on us as we headed back to the hotel with no lift, sorry, elevator! I just prayed they kept their distance and had respect for me and also the amazing collection of dusty motorbikes that had arrived. (Also taken on an odd setting!)
And passing on the way, surely one of the coca-cola lorries they must use in that Christmas advert on the telly. The pictures that were taken by the crew on the cruise have arrived through the ether; so those will be posted tomorrow ……… I hope, but as always, wi-fi permitting. 😱
Technology is sometimes breathtaking, well especially to an old fart like me! But on the way up to the view we couldn’t see, through waterfall pass; I was able to access my Amazon cloud player on my phone, grab my Radio Frimley Park [which I can get here, Jim!] play list and play it back through the car player system. Absolutely marvelous ……….. until we lost the signal 😡😡😡😡😡 of course!
Thanks for reading, hope you are enjoying it. Do let us know. Two things we have yet to see: a Moose or a cat! 🦌🐈
Tomorrow the ferry to Whittier and then a drive to Seward and a hotel that promises “high speed wi-fi”, fingers crossed. M & M 🦅🦅🦅🙈🚢 🐬🐋🐳