“We humans, as species, are interested in communication with extraterrestrial intelligence. Would not a good beginning be improved communication with terrestrial intelligence, with other human beings of different cultures and languages, with the great apes, with the dolphins, but particularly with those intelligent masters of the deep, the great whales?” — Carl Sagan 🐳
“Of all the things that man has made, now is so full of interest and charm,
none possesses so distinct a life and character of its own, as a ship.” — Henry Van Dyke
Skagway means beautiful woman derived from the early inhabitants Tlingit language.
She was also once a gold digger and became a boom town during the late 1800’s gold rush.
Most of the buildings have been preserved and today it’s designated as a historic site while serving the tourist trade. The town of about 1,000 people doubles when a cruise ship arrives in the harbor.
The two buildings on each end are reported as being haunted. The Red Onion Saloon built in 1898 is now listed as a National Historic Building but was once Skagway’s most exclusive bordello.
My lodging was at the Historic Skagway Inn which was also a brothel during the gold rush days but is now a charming little Bed & Breakfast. I stayed in the lovely Hattie’s room. Pictured below.
Maverick’s residence while in Juneau, Alaska
Had a great view of downtown Juneau and cruise ships in the harbor.
I have returned from the great state of Alaska and had a wonderful time the six days I was there. Probably good that I wasn’t there any longer as I now have a ton of photos to go through which I’ll share as I get to them. Primarily they’re from the Juneau and Skagway area. There’s also lots of blog likes and messages in my absence to respond to which I’ll get to eventually, thank you.
Tomorrow morning we go to Skagway
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Repost – Hiatus
Ghost of a Rose
Blackmore’s Night
The valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue…
A maiden fair, in despair, once had met her true love there and she told him…
She would say…
“Promise me, when you see, a white rose you’ll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose…”
Her eyes believed in mysteries
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet and mild and he loved her…
When she would say…
“Promise me, when you see, a white rose you’ll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose…”
When all was done, she turned to run
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
And ever more he thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
He’d hear her say…
“Promise me , when you see, a white rose you’ll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose…”
The blog will be on hiatus for the next week but it’ll run on auto pilot with some pre-programed
reposts during my absence. I’ll be in Alaska and my internet connection and time might be iffy.
I shall be returning (if a bear don’t eat me) next week on the 27th. Thank you for your support.
“We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.” – Anonymous
Lethe in my flower
By Emily Dickinson
“Lethe” in my flower,
Of which they who drink
In the fadeless orchards
Hear the bobolink!
Merely flake or petal
As the Eye beholds
Jupiter! my father!
I perceive the rose!
Music when Soft Voices Die (To –)
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
Maverick Mist 