Day 5 - Juneau - A feast of crab, then a feast for the soul
Lunch
DH, being from a island in the middle of the North Atlantic, loves his seafood, and despite my landlubber status, so do I. Conor's genes are strong, so he's a fan too, most of the time. Thus, we only had one choice for lunch: Tracy's King Crab Shack.
We parked in a municipal parking garage in downtown Juneau, and wandered over about 2 blocks to Tracy's. It was about 11:15 or so when we arrived, which meant we could actually sit in the sheltered area out back. We let DH order, which was a bit of a mistake, as he went a bit mad, overcome with joy at so much crab. For the 3 of us, for lunch, he ordered a trio of crab, (different types, including a most awesome crab salad sandwich), crab soup, plus an add on King crab leg. However, since marrying me he has been forced to live away from the sea, so we indulge him.
Voila a portion, only, of what we got, including DH's foray into local beer.
It was just about perfect. And messy. VERY messy. Do not attempt this in your fancy duds.
We got through most of it. All of us cleaned up (they provide a nice big sink), and Conor wrote a few post cards to friends (which meant the world came to an end for the 10 minutes it took him to do this, because, well, 7 year old boy), as we had spotted a mailbox on the way back to the parking garage.
We had thought about wandering around the stores in Juneau, but it was really raining by then, and it (the boy) was really whining by then, so we decided to head away from civilization, where, ironically, we are all more civilized.
Treadwell Historic Trail
We drove over to Douglas, the island across the way, to the trail that our rental car friend recommended. I had not researched this in advance (perish the thought) so we had no idea what to expect.
What we got was a highlight for us - an incredibly beautiful, peaceful, surreal experience, where the only people we saw were obviously "real" Alaskans, as they were all walking dogs.
This is a forest that grew up around an abandoned mining site - and all kinds of things are left over from the mines. The trail we took led us down to a beach, which was perfect for exploring and, as you'll see, incredibly peaceful.
This is about as UnDisney as you can get, and I really, really hope (to be perfectly honest) that it stays that way. I even hesitated about posting it, but since I don't think I'll have a readership of 100,000 folks, we're probably safe.
Now- the photos - and when you look at them, try to imagine that the only sounds we heard were from the rain or the water, and the occasional dog-human duo.
Some of the structures that are left over .. and a boy who is trying to convince us he can jump over the water (which we would have OK'd, except I didn't have extra clothes handy... Mom Fail).
Random "bits" of machinery.
Structure being overcome by nature.
Cool old equipment to ponder.
This incredible beach.
It's hard to believe this is about 10 minutes away from the other universe where the cruise ships dock.
Some still life photography by Conor - who was fascinated by these (ewwww) bits of nature.
Finally, DH found a play structure at the end of this beach, and Conor has never met a play structure he didn't like, so his inner monkey got a work out as it had stopped raining for a bit.
And with that, faithful readers, I can assure you our souls were refreshed - and it was just about as UnDisney as you can get. This ranked up there with Tracy Arm day for us, and all because of the lovely teen at the rental car hut.
We finally extricated ourselves, and headed back to port, where, as instructed, we left the keys in the visor, did NOT lock the doors, and adjusted our heads to the idea of going back to the land of the Mouse.
Next up - wrapping up Day 5. I CAN finish this by September 1. I know I can!