So Heather insisted that we do this crazy tourist thing that she supposedly had wanted to do for a while. Susan agreed, so I felt I had no choice, but said Heather had to decided what I should wear - that was a bit of an error of judgement! Still it was kinda fun, despite a feeling of desperate insecurity over whether I would fall off the very unstable box on which we were sitting, and / or whether my tits would fall out!
Afterwards I finally managed to get a photo of a raven - we had seen them lots, and we had taken some lovely photos of some in Juneau, but those were among the photos I accidentally deleted. The are rough and ready, very assertive, but gorgeous creatures.