Chapter Eleven
The trolley tour was actually more entertaining than Myrtle thought it might be. The fishing village of Ketchikan was very picturesque, and the driver took them out into an equally scenic landscape away from town where eagles flew and waterfalls fell. Myrtle took a great number of pictures.
Not only was the tour entertaining, but Bettina was, too. She could tell a good joke and a good story. Nothing was said about the last few days on the ship as they took in the sights of Ketchikan.
At least, nothing was said until Myrtle brought it up.
“This is really a lovely tour,” said Myrtle. “But then, I even enjoyed Juneau and it poured that day. What did you do when we were in Juneau?”
Myrtle thought Bettina’s expression closed up just a bit. Juneau was, after all, the port whe
