Friday, September 27, 2013

D'ju Know Part 3


Downtown Juneau is a shopper’s haven with jewelry stores and touristy kitch, store after store but there was no time for those as a tram car was awaiting to give us scenic overviews and a bit of historical perspective of the city.



Once on top there is a gift shop of course but also a theater with a short documentary of the Tlingit, the indigenous peoples of the region.





If interested to learn more of the Tlingit, click: http://content.lib.washington.edu/aipnw/miller1.html

One can see how nestled in the city is. It was gold that brought the prospecting team of one Joseph Juneau and partner to discover the mother lode and establish the city named after him   here in the late 1800's. The once seasonal fishing area grew into a large scale hard rock mining industry in a very short period of time.

Upon departing the building oh my goodness take a look what was awaiting tourist feet.  Read the label carefully, it’s a scrusher. Here's an enlargement so you can make out the label.


Found on many golf courses  to clean mud off shoes manufactured in none other than Chaseburg.  Imagine that! Yep, it made it all the way to Juneau, Alaska and even had a city and bay aerial view.

There were nature trails to explore and Natureman had more ambition than I to hike to the summit...

With limited flora blooming so this Master Gardener opted to head back down to the area where the Tlingit dancers would be performing.  The dancers donned woolen costumes simple in design but must have been hot as the day was warm.

But before their performance began, Natureman returned hungry and ready to head back for dinner. We were both bushed.

Heaven forbid, we couldn’t miss a meal. :)



We boarded the boat knowing we could never have seen as much as we did without the kindness of our Juneau Couch surfing friends nor have felt as welcomed to their capital city.



Next week ... Day 4 in Glacier Bay and you guessed it the glaciers...







1 comment:

  1. I love watching Indian dancers - of any tribe. There's something about the drum beat that matches my heart beat and moves me.

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