Sir, Do You Know Why I Pulled You Over?

For those of you who really know Bob, this story will come as no surprise to you.  It all started with a foolish decision to take a middle of the night ferry from Petersburg to Wrangell.

Had hoped for a three-hour nap while sailing--got about two and caught another two upon arrival in the car in a parking lot.  Awoke early, absolutely exhausted.  What to do?  Why, sightsee, of course! 

Yawning and bleary-eyed, we started out.  No cars on the road.  Bob driving 30 in a 50 mph zone, gawking at the scenery and occasionally swerving from side to side.  No wonder the policeman thought he had been drinking--at 6 a.m.!  Things were quickly straightened out, and we were again on our way.

Wrangell was disappointing--not enough to see and do to fill up the eight hours we had there.  We try to note what kind of stores survive in these small towns.  Wrangell, with a population of about 2000, doesn't accommodate cruise ships, so the typical mix of touristy shops is missing.  This storefront is one of our favorites.

Just outside of town is a beach containing carved stones called petroglyphs, thought to have been made at least a thousand years ago by ancestors of the Tlingit.  No one knows why.  Couldn't find any of the real ones, but here is a replica at the visitor point.

Caught our afternoon ferry to Ketchikan.