Jewelry Salmon Capital Of The World

Day 6: Thursday, July 3rd, Ketchikan

The Ketchikan Coastline
The Ketchikan Coastline

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.   IMG_1471

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!]

Main Street
Main Street Ketchikan

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 zeroLastFormalNight

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! LoveBirdsDancing

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?  😉


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.  🙂



What Kind of Shape Do They Mean?

In August of 2010 I purchased a pair of  “Shape Ups”.  Sketchers™, the manufacturer, boasted these shoes would not only help you walk correctly but they promised to tighten my ass.

They were a bit pricey, but one of my favorite stores had them marked down, so I figured – why not try them? I was the first to admit that my ass needed some tightening. Perhaps they will help me walk correctly and help my back too.

Well, I brought them home and there was a DVD and an instruction manual you had to view before wearing the shoes for the first time.  Say What??  I was 50 years old. I have walked in tennis shoes most of my life.  And doing it all wrong, at least according to Sketchers™. Thank goodness that I bought their Shape Ups and they will help me walk correctly at last.

The maiden voyage did not go well. The arch of my foot was higher than the heel. This  was dangerous for a klutz like me. We stumble often in normal shoes. I felt like a toddler must feel on unsteady ground. I tripped and fell a lot. I appeared mobility impaired. My sister laughed at me. She got a pair the same time I did and walked like a normal person. The brat!

Real Shoe vs. Shape Up
Real Shoe vs. Shape Up

The first months of learning how to walk all over again was difficult. Not, however, as difficult as standing still was. One has to rock and reposition their feet in order to not topple over. This feature is supposed to get our legs in shape I guess. My legs always ached, especially my knees. My thighs were not happy with me either.  And there was no tightening of the ass going on – at all.

It took me a year+ to get used to the damn shoes, and now I have had enough. I dug out a pair of my old real tennis shoes and wore them to work yesterday. Big Mistake. Obviously my Shape Ups have molded my feet into submission. After half a day, I could barely walk in my old shoes – and it was very, very painful. I have a feeling that new shoes will take a long time to get used to.

I’m wearing the Shape Ups again this morning. I don’t have the energy to fight with my feet anymore and I have no time to stand still anyway…

Taking Baers to the ZOO

No, my spell-check is not broken. I’m talking about the 4 Baer’s; my daughter, her hubby, and my 2 granddaughters. Last weekend they talked  me and hubby into going to take them to the San Francisco Zoo.

Neither me or hubby wanted to spend an entire day walking around looking at smelly animals, but alas, we were out voted.

It has been many, many years since I went to the zoo ( my 30-year old daughter was 6 the last time), and we went to the zoo closest to us. I thought it was a very fine zoo. People tell me “Oh, the one in San Francisco is so much better!”  Maybe 24 years ago it was the best zoo in California, but I don’t think it is now.

My footDon’t get me wrong – we had fun. The granddaughters loved it and I took a ton of pictures. Some of them were blurry (animals move you know). Most were good photos, even the ones of the ground.

One of my issues with the SF Zoo: Where are the Elephants?

Not even one elephant. Lots of farm animals. Goats, pigs, sheep, and a donkey. But no elephant. I had a lot of trouble getting over that. One week later and I’m still puzzling about it. But let’s move on…

Our first surprise was at the ticket booth. Tickets and parking added up to $77. This is not Disneyland, people. It’s the ZOO!.

Shy GiraffeThe first animal we saw was a giraffe. Well, we saw a spotted neck with a clump of leaves instead of a head, but we figured this to be a giraffe.

We were right. Can’t fool me even after 24 years 😉

I can’t tell a male giraffe from a female one, but I would bet it was female because she was snooty and turned her back on us. Giraffe Leaving

She went over to visit a smaller giraffe that was in a cage.  As she lumbered along, it reminded me of the Brontosaurus (or Veggiesaurus if you prefer) from Jurassic Park.

Momma Visiting Baby                                        .   Could this be Brandon the baby giraffe and his mommy? Probably.

In the background? A goat of course. They were hanging out with the giraffes. I noticed other species with odd roommates.


Peacocks hung out with practically everybody. We must have seen a dozen of them, and not one of them would show off his plumage. I guess they don’t show off unless peahens are around, and they were off sitting on eggs or something.  Peacock

We spent a lot of time with the prairie dogs. Not really exotic zoo animals, but helluva lot of fun to watch. My 18 month-old granddaughter fell in love with them and did not want to move along.                 . Prairie Dogs Facinate Chloe

Prairie Dog Talking on cellEven these little guys have little cell phones..

Most of the animals in the zoo seemed sad to me, so I really enjoyed watching the prairie dogs and the meerkats. You couldn’t help but laugh out loud at their antics.

Mercats Lazing AboutNot sure if we saw the family of meerkats playing possum, or taking a snooze in the sun.

Mercat King                                 This guy must be King of the Meerkats. Or thinks he is.

Well, I could go on (and on, and on…) and give you the blow-by-blow account of our day at the zoo. But I won’t. I have more cool pictures, but they can wait until another post.

I have not posted anything in a few days because I have not been inspired by anything except my grandkids and who wants to read that?  Also, I have caught up on all the blogs I follow and I spend all my writing time reading, then I don’t have the time to write.

Sometimes I just need to step back and see my life and the world around me. Take a deep breath. Stop pushing myself to do, do, do every minute of the day. Take a trip to the zoo.

Even if there are no elephants.