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Life and scribbles on the far side of SIXTY-FIVE

North to Alaska: Creek Street Shops and a Tram Experience


As we left Dolly’s house by the back stairs, Mary noticed the guide from the tour we latched on to in Juneau. We scrambled to join the group, wondering how much we’d missed. As we joined the people clustered around the guide, Mary talked to a woman in an unobtrusive jacket with an emblem on the breast. She tsked the tour did not belong to the cruise but was an independent. We mentioned there had been no problem in Juneau. “We’re almost finished so I guess you can stay.”

She led us down a path to the shops on Creek Street and the tour was over. At least the drizzle had stopped.

I laughed at the many advertisements for the shops. Mary wanted to take the tram ($2.00 USD) up a high hill for a fantastic view of the town. Whoever had given her information about it said the entrance was up the hill. Which hill? “Are you sure she meant this hill.” I hated wasting my time. On and on we trudged. No tram entrance. The hill levelled out; we accosted a couple coming toward us, who did not give specific directions but pointed down the hill. We stopped at one of the shops, then asked another passerby. Back to the tourist-filled sidewalk, we meandered through the same shops for the third time.

“There it is.” Mary had the look of someone who knew where she was going all along. A family of five joined us. Maybe because the Cape Fox Hill Tram happened to be red, I immediately thought of Dr. Who and his telephone booth. The buttons for operation are the same as you find in an elevator. The over 200-foot incline took about minute before we stopped more than 100 feet above the harbour.

We had no idea what we’d find at the top. Straight ahead double doors enticed us into a lobby, which appeared to be a hotel. Fantastic seating with deep sofas and chairs faced a working gas fireplace and a switched on flat screen. Out the back door were gardens and more totem poles. On the other side of the lobby, magnetic food smells and brewing coffee drew us in. The best seats by the windows overlooking Ketchikan were taken, but though almost noon, the restaurant was not busy. I felt invisible as no server approached our table until Mary lassoed a waitress for the Wi-Fi password. I only wanted a simple coffee. Not Mary, who perused the menu; muffins took her fancy. When a waiter finally stopped by, he said they had none.

“But they’re on the menu. What kind do you have?”

“I’ll check.” He disappeared. We waited and waited. We waited some more and grabbed a waitress, asking after our server. Mary’s blueberry muffin finally arrived. It wasn’t oven-warm so we decided it hadn’t just been baked because service had taken so long and we’d been told they had none.

We caught up on email, ate, drank and left money for the food and left. Who has all day to wait for service?

Traipsing back to Creek Street and the many quaint shops, I no longer found them appealing and voted for a return to the ship for a proper, if late, lunch.

The day finished with an enjoyable viewing of LaLa Land in the ship’s theatre. Prior to seeing the movie, I’d heard there were opposing camps regarding this production: those who love it and those who do not. I loved it. Popcorn arrived late once again, during the latter part of the movie and we were drawn to pinch a bag each on the way to our room. One last look outside confirmed we had missed the sunset again. The skyline appeared bruised in shades of purple, pink, orange, and yellow.

Night, night.

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If you’ve never tried it, here’s a chance to see what a tram is like.

Next on June 22nd – North to Alaska: Art Auction Confusion

© 2018 Tess @ How the Cookie Crumbles

Author: Let's CUT the Crap!

I'm getting a little LONG in the tooth and have things to say about---ouch---AGEing. I believe it's certainly a state of mind but sometimes it's nice to hear that you're NORMAL. I enjoy reading by the truckload. I'm a grandma but I don't feel OLD although I'm not so young anymore. My plan is to stick it out as long as I can on this lovely planet and only will leave it kicking and screaming!

9 thoughts on “North to Alaska: Creek Street Shops and a Tram Experience

  1. The world doesn’t get any more appealing than this, Tess. If only it weren’t so cold!

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  2. Enjoyed the tour, Tess.

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  3. I love trams to peaks of wonder. That alone would make my day 🙂 ❤️

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  4. Interesting but a little frustrating for you! At least you found the tram in the end… It looks lovely, the TARDIS was Navy blue though? Thanks for another fun trip around a tourist town 💜

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  5. You and Mary make me laugh, I can imagine you play bickering all the time, and snitching the popcorn, you go girls! Over here we call trams that go up steep inclines funiculars and don’t they save a climb? Hope the view was good once you made it 🙂


  6. I like the area you are taking us to, but you sure aren’t having luck with service.

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  7. That’s a great video you have of the tram. Watching it I got a little homesick for Colorado.

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  8. we took a similarly wacky box on wheels thing in Wellington in NZ. At the top the view was dominated by a tower block. Odd planning controls that. Shame about the muffin though. I’m in the opposite camp on lala land; only the ice cream I had made the evening worth while!

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  9. Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
    If you have been enjoying the trip to Alaska with Tess Karlinski, it is time to join her shopping in Creek Street KetchiKan and take a ride up the Cape Fox Hill Tram… Tess gives us the lowdown in her usual witty manner, with asides that would have you in hysterics should you actually be there… She also shares her views on La La Land and popcorn.. late again…. #recommended as it will save you a fortune in excursion fees if you cruise to Alaska…