Day 6: Thursday, July 3rd, Ketchikan
We were cheated on this port of call – we docked at 7:30am and all aboard was at 11:30am. I thought it was a typo, but they really meant four hours, then we set sail for Victoria, British Columbia. Truth be told, I was relieved. My legs and feet were talking about mutiny at this point.
The Gang did not have any excursions booked, so we wandered among the souvenir shops, in Grandma & Grandpa mode, looking for gifts for our grand-kids. 
And just like anytime I go shopping, I cannot find what I want to buy, so I have to debate with myself a while, then make a compromise. I hate shopping. I may have mentioned this before.
As much as I adore my granddaughters, I just wanted to stay on board ship with my feet up. It was raining, and the lumberjack show was sold out. It must have been passengers from one of those DAM ships beat us to it. To clarify, Holland America Cruise lines always had one of three ships at the same port we were at. The ships, named “Amsterdam“, “Westerdam” “Zuiderdam” were twice the size of our Golden Princess. We called them the DAM Ships to crack ourselves up. Holland America is a DAM fine cruise line, BTW. Our trip, years ago, on the Statendam was fabulous.
The town shops are unique and attractive. There were streets (not just the main drag) packed with them, the majority being – wait for it – jewelry stores. If it wasn’t a jewelry store, you could buy salmon there. Fish and jewelry don’t mix I guess. I picked out some warm long-sleeved T-shirts for my granddaughters, as well as a couple of ‘fun’ things, and that’s all I wanted to shop. My feet, legs and back were still hurting from hiking all over Alaska’s shops in Juneau and Skagway. [It wasn’t until I got back home that I discovered the girls shirts did not even say “Alaska” on them. DAM!]
I managed to sweet talk hubby into abandoning shore to find a comfy, quiet place to read (him) and write (me). We found the library and internet cafe on deck 5. No one else was there! A first since we set sail in Seattle. We enjoyed a peaceful hour just sitting together, not doing anything. Hubby, at one point, fell asleep. I continued re-writing chapter nine and let him sleep. Why not? There were no witnesses to embarrass him.
We met the ‘gang’ in our dining room at high-noon for lunch. It amazed us how hungry we would be four or five hours after a huge breakfast. I blame all the shopping.
Our waiters, Enrique and Ashok, attended to our every need & desire (food and beverage desires that is). All I know is that we are thoroughly spoiled and 10 pounds heavier. Speaking for myself only here. I secretly hoped my sis-in-law who is a size 0 (yep, a size zero), has to buy a size 1 now. Am I bad? I love the woman very much, but come on! A size zero? 
Our second (and last) formal night was fabulous! It was lobster and Baked Alaska night. Hubby ordered Beef Wellington – go figure. The menfolk were reminded about their promise to dance with us on the next formal night, and lead to a lounge with good music (lots of slow songs), and we danced together for almost an hour. Sweet! 
Although they claimed to have ‘forgotten’ all about their promise, they were good sports. They even seemed to enjoy themselves.
Mmmm… Don’t you just love a man in a Tux? 😉
TTFN,
JodiLea
FYI: All Photographs published in this blog-series were taken by the author (me), except for the couple that I stole from ‘Sis Zero’s’ Facebook. 🙂
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Our next family vacation should be completely on shore, in Barbados 🙂
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