A new group comes on, only 10 and all very ancient. The rain has stopped and the views of the little fishing villages, the green pine-clad mountains, the snow-streaked peaks and the reddish ramparts of the Tablelands are perfect.
Except that today is Friday the 13th, we're about an hour out of Halifax, some sensor or other has started ringing like a telephone, the driver has pulled over and is in urgent phone powwow with bus HQ -- and he's blaming Friday the 13th for our miscarriage.
Not many get to see polar bears in the wild. Most who do take a Tundra Buggy tour, riding in giant tank-like buses. Others see the bears from the decks of cruise ships plowing through the Arctic Oceans. But very few ever actually walk among the bears.
Docked in Haines (by far my favorite of the towns we've seen -- there's something a bit "Bay Area" about this place) we left ship very early and headed off on a flatboat to travel the several forks of the Chilkat River.
On this adventure I was in hot pursuit of the elusive Glacier Lily (Erythronium grandiflorum). I figured that the best place to find them was near a glacier so Mandy the dog and I decided to head up to the Indian Peaks Wilderness Area to check.
If you have been tempted to go on a safari, but you don't want to leave America, here's the solution! Leave your passport at home and take a wildlife adventure tour at a bed and breakfast in this country.