Okay well the ship is cool, and I really hated to leave the butter sculptures behind and all, but, early in the morning of the third day, much earlier than I would be waking up, we pulled alongside in Ketchikan. We were up in time for breakfast, and then for some inexplicable reason I had an urge to call into work, and spent several minutes salivating at the scenery below from the top deck after breakfast while I tried in vain to resolve some silly problem with our help desk. I was definitely ready to get my feet dirty.
We had sailed all night through the Reviliagigedo Channel, which is just north of the Georiga Strait. After that we entered the Tongass Narrows, a thin little passage where Ketchikan is located. Generally these little coastal towns are built where the fish are, and where the boats can get in, so a lot of them are land locked, which means you can only get to them by boat or plane. Ketchikan is such a town, and it’s loaded with Tlingit and Haida totem poles, including a replica of the Chief Johnson Totem, which stands 55’ high near the center of the city.
As the story goes, Chief Johnson, whose real first name was George, helped a tribe of natives move from Canada to a close by island after some sort of a dispute they had with the local church. There was a deserted village on Annette Island and for pointing the erstwhile natives in the right direction the made him honorary Chief, which required a totem for his front yard not too far where today’s replica stands. Totem poles were never meant to last forever, so the best that can be done now is a replica. Why it wasn’t the original 66’ in height I’ll never know. But, there it is in the set if you want to see it, all 55’ feet of it.
We hopped on the local $1 all day bus, which took us a ways up a hill and back into the town close to the Deer Creek Salmon hatchery, where close by I found a baseball field...
...then a Corvette sheltered by a surprisingly flimsy for Alaska car port, and the Totem Heritage Museum, which Missy and I visited the first time we were there. This time I went back with my Aunt Sharon for the short visit before getting back on the bus headed back into town where we walked along the Creek Street shops, through the old bordello houses that have been turned into small residences and shops. The creek churns below the street, and if you’re there later in the year like we were the first time, you’ll see lots of spent salmon and cats crawling around everywhere.
Too bad our time was so short. We were back on the ship by 1:30. I got the chance to shoot a lot, and talk with a storekeeper who told me this summer job selling cheap sweatshirts and jewelry to tourists is how he makes most of his living. The tourism industry is huge for the locals. I just wish I could have stayed longer.
Ketchikan - Home of Dolly’s House, where “The Odds are Good, but the Goods are Odd.”
Dolly’s didn’t make the initial cut, but she’ll be along with the rest later on for the hard core viewers who want to see all of what I got that’s worth showing.
So by 2pm we were back on the ship headed back out thru Clarence Strait, where hazy shooting conditions and compelling subject matter made for oddly difficult pictures to both shoot and process. And so an aimless walk back up the the bow of the ship revealed my first whale sighting of the trip. I managed to catch this tail just before it submerged back to the water...
And then it was gone...
Go see Alaska Day 3 - Ketchikan here…
We had sailed all night through the Reviliagigedo Channel, which is just north of the Georiga Strait. After that we entered the Tongass Narrows, a thin little passage where Ketchikan is located. Generally these little coastal towns are built where the fish are, and where the boats can get in, so a lot of them are land locked, which means you can only get to them by boat or plane. Ketchikan is such a town, and it’s loaded with Tlingit and Haida totem poles, including a replica of the Chief Johnson Totem, which stands 55’ high near the center of the city.
As the story goes, Chief Johnson, whose real first name was George, helped a tribe of natives move from Canada to a close by island after some sort of a dispute they had with the local church. There was a deserted village on Annette Island and for pointing the erstwhile natives in the right direction the made him honorary Chief, which required a totem for his front yard not too far where today’s replica stands. Totem poles were never meant to last forever, so the best that can be done now is a replica. Why it wasn’t the original 66’ in height I’ll never know. But, there it is in the set if you want to see it, all 55’ feet of it.
We hopped on the local $1 all day bus, which took us a ways up a hill and back into the town close to the Deer Creek Salmon hatchery, where close by I found a baseball field...
...then a Corvette sheltered by a surprisingly flimsy for Alaska car port, and the Totem Heritage Museum, which Missy and I visited the first time we were there. This time I went back with my Aunt Sharon for the short visit before getting back on the bus headed back into town where we walked along the Creek Street shops, through the old bordello houses that have been turned into small residences and shops. The creek churns below the street, and if you’re there later in the year like we were the first time, you’ll see lots of spent salmon and cats crawling around everywhere.
Too bad our time was so short. We were back on the ship by 1:30. I got the chance to shoot a lot, and talk with a storekeeper who told me this summer job selling cheap sweatshirts and jewelry to tourists is how he makes most of his living. The tourism industry is huge for the locals. I just wish I could have stayed longer.
Ketchikan - Home of Dolly’s House, where “The Odds are Good, but the Goods are Odd.”
Dolly’s didn’t make the initial cut, but she’ll be along with the rest later on for the hard core viewers who want to see all of what I got that’s worth showing.
So by 2pm we were back on the ship headed back out thru Clarence Strait, where hazy shooting conditions and compelling subject matter made for oddly difficult pictures to both shoot and process. And so an aimless walk back up the the bow of the ship revealed my first whale sighting of the trip. I managed to catch this tail just before it submerged back to the water...
And then it was gone...
Go see Alaska Day 3 - Ketchikan here…
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