After I got back from my birthday cruise to Alaska, the two questions I was asked most were “Did you have a good time?” and “Was it cold there?”
The answer to both questions were “yes.”
When we stepped out onto the deck of the ship the first morning after we arrived, I could not believe how much different the temperature was from the night before. When the wind blew, it definitely felt as though it came directly from the North Pole.
The way this cruise was set up, you would cruise all day one day and port the next.
On one of the cruise days, we got in on a napkin demonstration. If you participated, they asked your name and where you were from.
My grandson, Hayden, my daughter, Shanda, and I participated. Of course we said we were from Winchester, Ky. When I finished, a gentleman and his wife came up to me and said, “You did say you were from Kentucky, didn’t you?”
After I responded, yes, I was shocked to hear him say they had lived for several years in Lexington, where the man had worked.
I was even more shocked when the man’s wife asked, “Wasn’t Winchester where Katrena lived?” Then they asked me if I knew Katrena Devary, and I told them I had known her all her life.
We had a lot more to talk about because he had been Katrena’s boss in Lexington. Also, after he and his wife had moved from Lexington to Seattle, they had visited Katrena’s daughter, who had married and moved to Seattle to live for a while.
I once heard you are only six people away from knowing someone that anyone else knows in the world (six degrees of separation). After that experience, I believe that could be true.
Our next port was in Skagway, Alaska.
Shanda and Hayden had an excursion set up for a hiking trip through a lush rain forest along the Chilkoot Trail, which led up a mountain, and they came back by way of rafting down the water on the Taiya River, with the view of the lush forests.
Others did excursions by going to Salmon Bakes and eating all the salmon they could hold. Needless to say, that trip caught my eye above the others, but I figured I could get all the salmon I could hold aboard the ship.
Shanda and Hayden walked me into Skagway, and left me with a new-found friend who promised to make sure I returned to the ship safely. She was Phyllis Lewter from Virginia. We got along great, and it seemed she and I had the same interests touring the shops.
I learned that Phyllis is the president of the national Ruritan Club and is going to be in Covington for a Ruritan meeting in September. She is a very nice lady, and someone with whom I will probably stay in contact.
Now to tell you about Skagway.
I was impressed with the beautiful flowers all through the town, as I was in Juneau. Skagway’s main points of interest are the White Pass and Yukon Railroad that was built in 1898 during the Klondike Gold Rush.
Skagway, at one time, was considered the entry and gateway to the famous goldfields of Alaska, according to the information we were given.
Phyllis told me she and her husband had gone on one of the excursions on the train on a previous cruise to Alaska and had enjoyed it.