Today was our 52nd wedding anniversary; and we were in Juneau, the capitol of Alaska. This area of Alaska is considered a rain forest. It averages 220 days of rain per year, with 90 inches of annual rainfall and melted snow downtown. It was not a very pretty day, with light rain all day long. There is a road that extends 40 miles north from downtown Juneau, so we decided to drive to the end. Not many people live along the road, but it is a scenic drive. We had read about the Shrine of St. Therese, and we passed it's sign going out. On the way back Carol asked John to stop, even though it was raining. He decided to stay in the motorhome, so she wandered out on her own. There were some buildings on the mainland. A causeway led out to a very small island. She was so surprised to find this chapel nestled among the trees. It reminded her of a Thomas Kincade painting. When she got back to the mainland, she followed a trail to the Columbarium Gardens, a beautiful garden where there were vaults for burying those who had died. None of this was visible where John had to park, and he did get a little concerned when she was gone so long.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Juneau, Alaska
Today was our 52nd wedding anniversary; and we were in Juneau, the capitol of Alaska. This area of Alaska is considered a rain forest. It averages 220 days of rain per year, with 90 inches of annual rainfall and melted snow downtown. It was not a very pretty day, with light rain all day long. There is a road that extends 40 miles north from downtown Juneau, so we decided to drive to the end. Not many people live along the road, but it is a scenic drive. We had read about the Shrine of St. Therese, and we passed it's sign going out. On the way back Carol asked John to stop, even though it was raining. He decided to stay in the motorhome, so she wandered out on her own. There were some buildings on the mainland. A causeway led out to a very small island. She was so surprised to find this chapel nestled among the trees. It reminded her of a Thomas Kincade painting. When she got back to the mainland, she followed a trail to the Columbarium Gardens, a beautiful garden where there were vaults for burying those who had died. None of this was visible where John had to park, and he did get a little concerned when she was gone so long.
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