See that black and white ship there. That's OUR damn parking space.

After cruising around some other inlet for a bit, we arrived in Juneau about an hour early and I can see why schedules are so big in this industry. The Juneau port had five ships in and two of us waiting for them to get out. We had travelled 4,000 miles from New York to get stuck in the waterborne equivalent of the Cross Bronx Expressway. On the other hand it’s really fascinating to watch them play chicken with 70,000 to 100,000 ton chunks of metal that have no brakes and still get it all right.