We went into the communal kitchen this morning and said "Good Morning" to the folks there.  No response.  The gruff older guy said something to his son (we found out later it was his grandson), but never said Good Morning, Hello or anything.  He picked up the house phone and called Diann, the owner, and went into his room.  He came out a few minutes later and said she wanted to talk with us.  Diann told me to tell this guy about the great time we had on the Lu-Lu Belle.  When I spoke with him, he said he had taken a glacier tour from another town and didn't see the reason to take another.  Brrrr.... You could feel the icebergs there in the room.  

Andrew and I rented the room for another night and stayed in and worked on the computers for a while.  It's still raining and we just didn't want to get out in it again.  Later this afternoon, Diann came in with her husband Ron and we chatted for quite a while, sharing a beer with Ron.  Several more folks came in from their Alaskan adventures.  Diann and Ron had a full house every night we were there.