|Mother's last maudlin walk with me down Sing Lee Alley toward our former studio (distant center roof with dormer) was a very cold one.|
We boarded the ferry in the dead of night. (I was too exhausted for observation, but Mother did post a picture or two of me on Instagram).
Wrangell was our first port of call, at 6 am after only about 3 hours of sleep.
|The view from the forward observation lounge approaching Wrangell.|
|I was certainly ready to get out of the truck and go exploring.|
|The long blue thing on the left is the ramp one enters and leaves the ferry by - even cars. Dogs have to stay out of the way.|
|Turns out there was a great Pack traveling with us!|
|This lady had a very nice Beagle and a 20-year-old Italian Greyhound named Luigi who was too cold to say much.|
When we got to Ketchikan mid-afternoon, Mother redeemed herself by purchasing a lovely heart-shaped crystal water bowl and adequate food dish at a very nice Thrift Store we found on our walk.
Dogs are Not Allowed on the upper decks.
We traveledthrough Canadian waters all day on Thursday.
I had to take her word for how stunning the views were.
The Others were actually relieving themselves ON THE DECK!
Dare I say, Hummph?
The rest of the voyage was a blur...
...we drove off the ship!
I was as glad as Robinson Crusoe to be on dry land again, I can tell you! We stopped for a lovely walk at Larrabee State Park.
We were both thrilled with the warm good smelling air and beautiful scenery of our new home. Glad to know that the City is not all buildings!
If you are Canine and ever have to travel by Ferry, get one of those 'Service Dog' vests and ride in style with the People on the upper decks.