Saturday we picked up some hitchhikers.
We had walked out to the glacier and passed by some mature Australians who were hoofing it. Their faces were beat red, and they figured they had 5 minutes to look at the glacier before heading back to the bus stop.
Mr. X was worried about them so when we got home, we hopped in to the car and drove back to the glacier, spotting the Australian couple calmly waiting at the bus stop. Rather than flipping a quick U-turn, we continuned out the Spur road, and drove around the round-about. On our way home an elderly gentleman hiking with two women, each with a good sized pack, stuck out his thumb.
So we stopped, had them pile in, and met a young woman from Whitehorse giving her parents the grand tour of SE Alaska. Her parents were French Canadians out of Quebec City, and they apologized for their English.
The family had come from Skagway on the ferry, walked a mile from the ferry to the bus stop, rode the bus along the loop road, walked the mile to the glacier, and then hiked around for five hours. "Papa" was so grateful to be stuffed in our back seat that he just said, "Merci, Merci beaucoup!" over and over.
We got such a kick out of them that we drove them all the way downtown, dropping them at the Marine park.
On our way home we were treated to a spectacular sunset full of pinks and yellows glimmering on lacy clouds.