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Ketchikan Harbor

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    • Day 9

      Fish Creek, Ketchikan - Catch & Release

      August 16, 2019 in the United States ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C

      We watch as families gather on the creek bank above the salmon ladder to catch the fish and release them back. The fish are so thick here, its hardly a sport.

    • Day 3

      Onboard a Bering Sea crab boat!

      June 21, 2022 in the United States ⋅ 🌧 54 °F

      I’ve been watching the Deadliest Catch and now I’m actually on one the crab boats, the Aleutian Ballard.
      I know I can see them in Seattle, but I’m tickled I get to actually step abroad one! 😁

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    • Ketchikan

      June 14, 2022 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 14 °C

      Visiting the Cron Family in Ketchikan.

    • Day 6

      Ketchikan

      June 3, 2023 in the United States ⋅ 🌧 46 °F

      I walked the town this morning to collect two geocaches, get a couple of crepes for dinner (scrambled eggs with spinach, tomatoes, and onions, and goat cheese) and desert (Nutella!), eat reindeer sausage with eggs and hashbrowns for breakfast (yummy), and get soaking wet from the cold rain. Turns out, I walked right by the Harley-Davidson shop without even realizing 😱. Oh well. I didn't need to spend $100 in there anyway 🤣.

      Bald eagles were everywhere, but alas, I am becoming immune to their majestic presence. There was also a gigantic raven who was very interested in our rubbish, and I in him. I hope the normal-sized pigeons help you understand how big this guy was! Under the dock, lion's mane jellyfish dotted the water, at times surrounded by moon jellyfish (almost clear) and little fish. It was a beautiful day despite the weather.
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    • Day 207

      Ketchikan, Alaska

      July 6, 2023 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 70 °F

      A city that measures rain in feet greeted us with sunshine and blue skies today. When I say in feet, I don’t mean one or two feet. Rather, Ketchikan gets 13-14 feet of rain annually.

      We experienced a real soaker when we first visited Ketchikan in 2001. Drenched to the skin through our waterproof gear, we had to return to the ship to change into dry clothes before we could do further sightseeing. On our second visit in 2018, there was a sprinkle or two, but it didn’t amount to much. Today, nary a drop fell on us.

      Insignia arrived early at its berth in Ward Cove, the cruise facilities built by NCLH … approximately 7 miles from the city center. Early … as in well before its scheduled 12:30p arrival, not at the crack of dawn. Mui and I set off at 11:00a to have lunch in Ketchikan. Whether we would then use the Silver Bus to go to Totem Bight State Park was TBD at that point. I’ll just note that we skipped that portion of our plans and leave it at that.

      We were on the first shuttle operated by the port authority from Ward Cove into the city. The shuttle service made the distance to downtown a non-issue as it ran on 10-minute intervals and did not wait for the bus to fill before departing. We were dropped off in a dirt parking lot near berth 4 … less than a 10 minute walk into downtown. Seeing the crowds from the four big ships docked along the waterfront — and one anchored in the channel — frankly I was glad that we were at Ward Cove … with only NCL Bliss docked there with us. Yes, it was a busy 7-ship-day in Ketchikan today.

      As we strolled down the waterfront, we came to the wooden statue of an eagle entitled “Thundering Wings.” The statue is a tribute to the name of the city — Ketchikan (Keech Ka Xa Haan) meaning “Thundering Wings of an Eagle” in the Tlingit language. I remember reading on a nearby board when we were in Ketchikan in 2018 that the Tlingit gave this name not because of the abundance of eagles that nest here. Rather, because the town — once a Tlingit fishing camp — is shaped like an eagle with outstretched wings … at least when it is viewed from atop Deer Mountain. Later settlers, unable to properly pronounce the Tlingit name, changed it to what we know it as today.

      Our slow stroll eventually led us to the Creek Street National Historic District — the red light district during the gold rush days of the city. Our plan was to take the funicular up to Cape Fox Lodge for lunch. That plan did not work out, unfortunately. We found the station OK, but the funicular was closed for restoration.

      No worries. We retraced our steps on the boardwalk and found the Married Men’s Trail that tradition says was the “secret” path men took through the rainforest to get to the red light district back in the day. Walking up the trail a short ways, we found the unsigned stairs that lead to the top of the hill where the lodge is situated. It took a bit more energy on our part to get to our lunch spot, but it was worth it.

      There was no question as to what we would be ordering for lunch … halibut fish & chips. I actually went off-the-books, so to speak, and ordered the halibut po boy with a Caesar side salad so as not to double up on the fries. I was expecting smaller chunks of the fish, but the sandwich was made with the same size portions of halibut used for the fish & chips. It was more difficult to eat, but just as delicious … and just as flaky and crisply fried as our lunch in 2018 … at the same table no less.

      After lunch, we spent a few minutes at the totem circle at the entrance to the lodge. The six totem poles, carved by local artist Lee Wallace, represent the culture of the Northwest Coast peoples. Two of the poles are flat houseposts, the other four are full-rounded poles. Each beautifully carved … all but one painted with red, black, and white accents. The Brown Bear pole, with a cub at the tippy top was cute.

      Despite the wear and tear caused by Mother Nature, the “Naa Kaani” totem pole remains my favorite. It depicts a male figure wearing a traditional button blanket and a hat, holding a speaking staff. On the back of the cape is an Orca and another one sits atop the hat. The man who offered to take our photo with this totem pole in 2018 told us that it represented his clan and explained that the figure mediates and brings order to potlatch ceremonies.

      We decided to return down the hill by way of the main road and catch the Married Men’s Trail at the other end. We looked carefully at the salmon ladder as we went down, but there were no fish fighting the creek to get upriver to their spawning grounds. A bit early in the season.

      When we reached Creek Street, we walked along the boardwalk that runs through the historic district towards the main street … past Dolly’s House … and through the City Park with its totems. Opting to follow a back street, we came to the historic St John’s Episcopal Church, which we’d never gone into before. Spotting some nice stained glass windows we stopped to check them out. The sign at the door said the church was open for tours and prayers. The pastor was at the pulpit, reading prayers to an empty church. We waited for a bit, hoping he’d be finishing soon. When it became apparent that he had no intention of doing so, we left without wandering down the side aisles for a closer look at the stained glass windows.

      We were back on Insignia by 3:00p. NCL Bliss was gone. Ward Cove was quiet. I sat out on the veranda, the sun quite welcome as it mitigated the chill brought on by the light breeze. I read until it was time to get ready for dinner, which was in Toscana … CD Ray hosted us and our friends, Younga & David. A very pleasant evening of conversation and delicious food.

      Insignia was scheduled to leave its berth at 10:00p. But we were on the move by 9:30p. Leaving the cove, we had a delightful orange and apricot sunset to enjoy. A real sunset for the first time in a very long while. We might be seeing more colorful ones as we continue south and the days get a bit shorter than they have been.
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    • Day 4

      Fantastic Ketchikan

      September 19, 2023 in the United States ⋅ ☁️ 54 °F

      Ketchikan is really a neat little town now. It’s hundreds of little Victorian houses charm the thousands of tourists who visit here. Today the Viking Orion was the third passenger ship to pull up to the dock. But what I find interesting are the photographs of Ketchikan taken in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Like a lot of small towns, this place was dirty. Like really dirty. Dirt streets. No sidewalks. The dirt came right up to the thresholds of the front doors. It was usually mud in Gold Rush days since this place gets over 150 inches of rain each year. But even though the streets and sidewalks are paved now, many of the old buildings are still here. They call it historic charm.

      It was dirty in other ways too. Ketchikan celebrates the dirty side of life that was here in Klondike days. With a historic wink and a smile, tour guides tell tourist of shady characters like Soapy Smith, the con artist who ran a telegraph business here. Stampeders came from the Lower Forty-eight to make their fortunes in the gold rush. They stopped at Smith’s telegraph office to send a message back home letting their loved ones know they were safe. For a handsome fee Soapy Smith would tap out a Morse Code message on his telegraph key transmitting the news. What the Stampeders did not know was that the telegraph wire ended under the table. What a dirty trick! Tour guides tell the tale and we tourists laugh. I get it. It’s good for business.

      Still, there is another side to that tale that gets glossed over. In the 1890’s the U. S. was suffering an economic depression. My great-great uncle Avery Cook could not get a job back home, so as a young man he came to Alaska to prospect for gold. Our family never heard from him again. Thousands of hopeful young men died on the Chilkoot Trail leading into the Yukon. Some froze; some worked themselves to death, and you can still see the skeletons of their overworked horses on the trail right where they dropped. Uncle Avery’s mother never gave up hope. She died still expecting her son to show up one day at her front door.

      I wonder whether he ever went to Soapy Smith’s telegraph office. I guess if you wait long enough shysterism becomes charming.

      So does prostitution. It’s Dirty. Our mamas taught us so. But for some young girls in the 1890’s who found themselves early widowed and a long way from home, practicing the oldest profession, sometimes only temporarily, was the only way they could stay alive. One of the houses of ill repute here in Gold Rush days still stands and has become a prostitution museum. It’s cute.

      Ketchikan still celebrates the fantastic image of the rough-and-ready town it once was. Even today this town is still the jumping-off point for the thousands of young men and women who come to Alaska to go out like Henry David Thoreau to chase the fantasy of The Great Wilderness.

      I have to admit that I myself get infected with the Wilderness Disease when I come to Ketchikan. I can go to a thousand shopping centers with Glenda and never be tempted in the least to buy anything. However, a store here, Tongass Trading Company, sells every conceivable type of sleeping bag, tent, camp stove and backpack you can imagine. It is hiker heaven. It is the outdoorsman’s last stop before going out into the Wild. When I go into that store I want to buy everything I see. I fancy I’m going to go out into the Alaska mountains and show a grizzly bear who is boss.

      That’s pure fantasy, like the movie version of the tough guys who go out and master the elements. But then reality hits and I remember that I’m almost seventy-four years old. I won’t go camping again. The reality is that I remember that the last time we were here, we met some rescue workers attempting to find a young man who had gone up to the mountain above the town and had not come back. They never found the kid.

      Ketchikan blurs the distinction between touristic fantasy and reality. We saw a stuffed grizzly in a display case. Smiling tourists photograph themselves with the bear. Contrary to the Hollywood fantasy, however, grizzlies in Alaska don’t play.

      Although Ketchikan once was dirty, it has cleaned itself up. The town perpetuates its mythic identity as the last bastion of the Wild, Wild West largely because doing so brings tourists. I suppose there is little harm in romanticizing the past. People need jobs, and tourism helps people to live here and support their families. Although Ketchikan celebrates the image of a violent and sordid past, it is a pretty nice little town now. It’s not dirty anymore. It’s charming. And the fact is, Ketchikan is still the gateway to Alaska, the last frontier.
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