Day24, Haines to ferry transit, N/A miles

21 July 2015

Not a whole lot to talk about today, as we are  mostly biding our time until it is time to load on to the ferry.
We went to the library to update the blog with a couple of posts.  Unfortunately, a sign on the door said that their internet access was down.  Bummer.

So we spent the day exploring the Haines area and took a few photos.

These ducks were in the middle of the Chilkoot River.  It looks like this rock sees a lot of together time - just ducky!

On Chilkoot Lake

Since the salmon are now running in the Chilkoot, the fishermen are out and about trying to catch a few.  We were told of a place where the bears sometimes compete with the fishermen for salmon and went to see for ourselves.  Despite the signs cautioning humans not to interfere with the lives of bears, we didn't see any bears with which to interfere.  We did, however see a number of bald eagles, which were the subject of many camera lenses.

This guy just missed something in the water

At around 7:00 pm we arrive at the ferry dock and find about 8 motorcycles already in the lane 1 queue to get on.  As the evening progresses more and more congregate in the lane 1 area.  Soon there are about 30 motorcycles of many makes and types.  Mostly Harley Davidson and BMW models, but also KTMs, Hondas, one sidehack, another Can-Am Spyder from Texas, and even a Ducati with two tires tied on back.  As is always the case with motorcyclists, people started introducing themselves to each other and shared stories of their Alaskan/Yukon/British Columbian adventures.

Our ship comes in

Eventually we board the ferry at about 12:30 Wednesday morning.  We had heard that there can be some serious competition for tent space on the deck, so the spousal unit sprints off to find a spot while I secure the Spyder on the lower car deck.  When I find her on the upper, solarium deck I find that we are the only ones with a tent!  We try to secure our tent with the lousy duck tape that we had brought (it sticks to itself and to the tent stake, but not to the deck!).  We finally crawl into our sleeping bags at around 1:30 am, to the fine aroma of diesel exhaust and the sound of noisy engines.