Yesterday I walked every dock in the capital city of Juneau, Alaska. My feet hurt, my knees are swollen, my legs ache. I think they call it “old age”, but I’m floating down that river in Egypt. You know the one, Denial. I found and called on 9 boats yesterday. Today I have looked at 2 of the 9 that sounded promising. I have one more to see today at 4:30 this afternoon. Maybe this will be the one.

            I’m staying at a campground because during the tourist season hotel rooms are either impossible to come by or they are just too expensive. So I’m sleeping in a tent I haven’t used since the girls were little. It’s suppose to be a 2 person tent but I don’t know how two would ever fit. I’m trying to understand people who think sleeping on the ground is fun…but I got nothin’. I don’t understand it. It is a nice campground with clean showers and nice older folks in campers. It even has a “resident” black bear that just a day ago was spotted in camp. I sure hope the nylon on my little tent is tuff.

            Despite the ground and the prospect of a bear sticking it’s nose in my tent, I slept okay. Oh, except for the three claustrophobic panic attacks I had when I woke up to roll over only to see the tent top inches from my nose. Why am I doing this again? Oh yeah, a boat.