Always Something Interesting Around the Next Curve

We woke up in the charming town of Prince Rupert, after our last ferry ride.  This time we slept in what the Alaska Marine Highway calls a "stateroom."  Actually, for the seven hours we had it, it was perfect--neat and clean, bunk beds (already made), one chair, a desk that wouldn't open, a bathroom, and a window.  In spite of the weather, the sailing was smooth.

If there is a Tim Hortons and a McDonald's in the same city, baby, you are back to "civilization."  Prince Rupert helped make the transition bearable by providing some whimsy and old time touches.  Keeping with tradition, First Nations artwork adorns many public places.

Cow Bay, a trendy section of the city, got its name from the dairy established there in 1906.  Today it features restaurants and shops.

The clouds were amazing today, putting on a show with the mountains and the water.

Ran out of energy and stopped early in Smithers, B.C.