Honorable Filth: Juneau AK

First stop Juneau, the capital of Alaska and the home of a little over 30,000 unique characters. Landing in Juneau a few hours earlier than myself Chris made friends with a fellow by the name of Gary, a mental accountant inuit pulling beers behind the airport bar. Gary the verbal artist painted Chris a grim picture warning him not to look people directly in the eye. Luckily this wasn't the case, quite the opposite actually. We have more been treated like celebrities. Ok maybe like a big brother contestant! Everybody knows everybody here in Juneau and they know we're different. In 2 days we have made more friends than Susan Boyle has on facebook. Here are a few:
Max: The mini Eaglecrest shredder who is still hanging in there with the old Air Blaster leg bag.
Lisa: The snowboard instructor who owns her own tug boat.
Kat: Frontline at the Eaglecrest ticket office and amateur tour guide. Kat also introduced us to her room mate Jo, a well travelled local who likes to collect trinkets and listen Babs Streisand on vinyl. Kat and Jo take us on a tour through the historic mine ruins of Juneau and tell us of their dream to make the inside of their unit look like the outside.
Kirk: Eaglecrest Ski Resort CEO and true legend
Chris: Chris is a high talker who lives at the place with the gate made out of hundreds of skis. Chris is a local who can't find time between telecommunication and talking about his Kiwi boat to go skiing, nor time to change out of his fishing pants before going to the pub. Chis loves a chat. Mostly about his boat.

Our accommodation for the next 6 days will be at the Prospector Hotel in downtown Juneau. After reading a few reviews with titles like "avoid at all costs" and "this hotel is gross" how could I not book it. Really didn't turn out to be too bad with big rooms/beds and a epic central location.

Pana