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Life and scribbles on the far side of SIXTY-FIVE


North to Alaska: Bet You Don’t Know These Quick Facts!

Wish we hadn’t missed the city tour bus to the Skagway Gold Rush Cemetery. A store clerk mentioned it too late and we were already bone tired. I don’t visit graveyards as a rule, but historical ones are intriguing. An interesting character popped up when I did a little research on my iPad later. Read about Jeff “Soapy” Smith here.

Read about the Slide Cemetery and the Pioneer Cemetery here.

Mary and I knew Mother’s Day would fall during our cruise but booked our holiday anyway. Like mothers everywhere, we deserved a special treat since we were away from home and family. The Lido Market, where most of our meals had been eaten buffet-style, ran short of lobster tails, the main event on the menu. Guests were asking for two and three tails at a time. Our turn came and only one tail was available. We’d have to wait. My dander up a touch, I grabbed Mary’s arm and we skedaddled in search of fine dining—the Rotterdam (again)—for our celebration dinner. After all, we had dolled up for festivity. Though there were other restaurants to choose from, we liked this one and knew where to find it.

Again asked if we’d accept sitting with others, we agreed. On my left, an Australian couple: she a teacher turned calligrapher and her husband, a pediatric physician, deaf in one ear since age five.

To Mary’s right, sat a 20-something single woman with limited food preference or on a special diet, who had pre-ordered a personal size veggie pizza. The couple next to her came from England, the husband originated from Australia. I did not talk to his wife because she sat too far away across the huge, round table. She was deep in conversation with a 50-ish woman and her father from the States. Grin. United Nations of sorts.

I ordered the Surf & Turf (a lobster tail and filet mignon). The waiter offered to cut the lobster out of the shell for all the females. O-h-h. Is this service or what? I splurged on a glass of divine Cabernet. I never eat dessert but had black coffee instead, which tasted scrumptious. Why was it worlds apart from the type served at Lido Market buffet? Were we still on the same ship? Unbelievable.

Filled to the brim with food and wonderful conversation following a long and leisurely dinner, we vetoed any activity other than shoes off, feet up, and thoughts of bed.

Earlier in the day before we glammed up

Bet You Didn’t Know: 

  • 1916 Dr. William Skinner Cooper, founding father of ecology
  • Also founding father of Glacier Bay
  • 1925 Glacier Bay declared a national monument with help from President Calvin Coolidge
  • World Heritage Site
  • Second largest wilderness site in the world
  • Majority of visitors arrive by cruise ships
  • 7 tidewater glaciers found here
  • Carbon Monoxide off the scale more than any other place
  • Carbon dioxide makes seas acidic, bad in cold waters like here
  • National Park Service: study climate change in our own lives
  • Fastest glacier retreat (melting) since 1850 (a sign of global warming)
  • Evaluation of warming atmosphere is a warming ocean
  • 43 countries have scientific study about heating up, locked in heat, rising water
  • Sea levels rising here
  • Home to moose, wolves, black, brown, and Grizzly bears, orcas, humpback whales, otters, dolphins, and salmon to mention a few
  • Example of John Hopkins Glacier: 1 mile wide by 12.5 miles long (a seal sanctuary)
  • John Hopkins Glacier still advancing (not reducing)

I’ve gathered a ton of information but don’t want to bore you. The above are a few highlights.

Images Glacial Bay

What is the difference between an iceberg and a glacier?

An iceberg is what breaks off (calves) a glacier and usually sits 10% above water.

Glaciers are a combo of snow and ice and collected junk/debris, and entirely above water.

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Next on June 1st – North to Alaska: Ketchikan Beckons

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Views along the road to Twillingate on our way to view a lighthouse

Stopped at Long Point Lighthouse at Twillingate to stretch our legs and for picture-taking. Constructed in 1876, it is under 50 feet tall and built more than 300 feet above sea level.


Lunch had only one server yet again but the food arrived hot.. Because of the cold (again), I was anxious for a hot drink, but the coffee was slow coming. Shrimp on a croissant, fresh homemade fried potato chips and a smidge of limp green lettuce with lots of grated carrot were offered. For dessert, two small tarts each, a loganberry and the other, blueberry. Eh.

With 90 minutes to kill, we had plenty of time to explore.

St. Peter’s Anglican Church is 200 years old and one of the oldest wooden churches in Newfoundland. The oil lamps inside came from England. The pine in the English church came from Twillingate. The English wanted their lamps back. St. Peter’s agreed they could have them if England sent back the pine. No exchange was made.

St. Peter’s Cemetery is behind a fence and locked gate, situated behind the museum, and trails to the sea. This is both the old and current graveyard. Ninety-eight percent of the headstones are white. We couldn’t get close enough to read, but someone takes good care of this graveyard. Inside the museum is a complete record of headstones in the cemeteries in Twillingate and New World Island.

On our way to investigate the cemetery, we passed a woman with a couple large Ziploc bags. Mary called out to ask what she’d found. She straightened to show picked loganberries and partridge berries. We talked briefly, but she wanted to get back to work as it had begun to drizzle. A door-less root cellar beckoned high off the road. Though I scrambled towards it, the fall grass and weeds were slippery and I slid. Mary made it. She entered the space, which was littered with cigarette butts, empty pop cans and beer bottles, and the remnants of a camp fire or a few. She didn’t hang around long.


I noted plants by the side of the road, which I knew to be blueberry bushes. Sure enough, like the woman picking berries behind us, we plucked handfuls to enjoy immediately. What an unexpected pleasure. Too bad neither of us had a container of any sort.

Twillingate Museum and Craft Store stands back  down the same side road. behind the church. It used to be St. Peter’s rectory. Inside, the rooms are decorated in the style at the turn of the century.


I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves. The organ, I understand, still works. The study has a library of books and personal diaries dating to 1700’s. Of course, there was a gift shop and I splurged on a book.

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Next on May 27th – Gander

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