I arrived at the Juneau airport on Friday the 13th (2012), and considered myself very lucky indeed to be back in this
town where I had lived from 1994 until around 1996. In the winter, Juneau had always seemed to me like a jewel in an ice park.
In April, with spring peeking around the corner, there's a cool expectency in the air that the town will be flush with bloom
any minute. Juneau is one of the few places in the world where you can drive up to a glacier. At least, you once could. With
the Mendenhall Glacier receeding, you can't quite drive right up to the ice anymore, but you sure get a knock-out view.