From Juneau it's the ferry for 2 days to Prince Rupert.
The weather is bad, cool, rainy, blowing. I am told by other, more regular passengers, that this is the norm.
We've our own berth, and so retire there to read, occasionally walk the decks, see the inane movies in the lounge.
When the Purser announces that for those interested we'll be stopping in Sitka for a couple of hours and any passengers interested can book a tour, I sign up. Never mind that it's at 2:00 AM, anything beats the monotony of the voyage.
Now the first place we go is the Russian Orthodox Church - St. Michaels, the center of Russian Orthodoxy in North America. And our guide is immensely informative and we are surrounded by Russian Icons, from as far back as the 15th Century, there are artworks and candleabra and there is much to look at and photograph, but I dare not look too distracted....
Our guide is very well informed, and my hopes that we'll have a moment to peruse the collections are dashed, an hour lecture and we're done, on to the next destination.
It's 3:00 AM, black outside, raining, we pass various points of interest - the Salmon run (and here he stops on the bridge and tells us about the millions of Salmon below we can't see, because it's pitch black and raining, finishing with "it's quite a sight...."). There's the old WW2 Army base and there's the totem poles, all of which are nigh on invisible in the pitch black of night.
And eventually, as the sun is beginning to pale the sky and there's a hint of daylight in the east we head back to the Ferry. The girl hasn't found it so interesting, me, I've loved it.