My youngest son landed in Juneau last night.
Shorts and t-shirt until he walked out the front door of the airport, and then a mad scramble for a wool hat and hoodie.
Stops at Statter Harbor in Auke Bay, at overlooks, and finally the Unabomber Cabin.
Beer. Lots of beer. And conversation. And catching up. And laughter. And more beer.
Sleeping late. Fishing. Eating. A few big fish on the line. A fish hook in an elbow.
A trip to a 24-hour clinic to get a fish hook out of an elbow.
More food.
A trip to the glacier.
The first 24 hours.......
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