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| Docked in Skagway. Port side. |
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| Starboard. |
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| Our bus driver, Luke -- "I am not your father." And he said, "Like I've never heard that before." Great guide. |
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| See the curved posts with the red paint. They are so the snow plows will know where the road is. |
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| Tall enough for the bus to driver under. That would be a lot of snow! |
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| The only cantilevered bridge in Alaska -- anchored only on the left side. |
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| Dozens, perhaps hundreds of these lakes, some up to 600 feet deep. |
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| It's not the size of the sign that marks the border. Actually, considering the giant scope of everything around it, it is rather puny. |
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| Looks like a forehead, nose and chin of a person sleeping downhill. |
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| Enjoying a bowl of bison chili. It was very tasty. The huge rolls they served were fantastic. |
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| Bonnie and the bear. |
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| After lunch, we boarded a train for the trip back to Skagway. Unbelievable scenery. |
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| That looks like a bullet hole to me! |
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| I included this so you could see how close to the edge the train travels. The track is 100+ years old. |
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| An original gold rush spur, no longer used. |
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| You can see the top of Bonnie's grey head -- count back 5 in a straight line. |
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