Foo Field Report (some narrative spice):

Getting to Juneau
Making their way thru Seatac Monday morning, Bob and Bunny arrived at their gate to hear an odd announcement:

"For those of you unfamiliar with this gate, we board from the rear of the aircraft..."

While this should have perked up Foo's furry little ear and Bob's usual flight paranoia, strangely, it did not. The big surprise was finding out the plane was a 737C, the 'C' standing for combination or CARGO! What looked like a normal plane was actually cargo up front; passengers in back. Mama Foo likes to think of it as a flying mullet.

A bouncy flight thru arctic storms, a dangerously close to mountain peak descent, and a wind shear-filled-crabbing-sideways-wing-dipped-landing in Juneau, had our heroes more than a little bug-eyed. This, of course—a normal landing in Juneau. Small wonder the FAA is testing its new GPS landing system at this scary strip of tarmac.

[Pause here for boring day spent in conference room]

At 4pm, our motley crew scurried out, changed clothes and raced to see the sights before a 5:30 Alaskan sunset. Out to Mendenhall Glacier where Foo made lots of friends and spied many a bald eagle. Thankfully nary an ursine showed up to make Foo's acquaintance.

Our duo drove out to Auke Lake and Auke Bay and enjoyed the view despite low cloud cover and fading light. A Mongolian BBQ dinner at Wild Spice with a Cookie Dough gelato finale would find Foo hare-o-tonic (as opposed to catatonic) and asleep by 9:00pm.

Tuesday morning found Foo and Bob sipping lattes at Silverbow Bagels at 6:30am. More adventures and a little schooling on Mendenhall Glacier later...