aboard the MV Taku, on the Alaska Marine Highway on our way to Prince Rupert, BC
Wednesday, July 25, 1973
Our only full day on the ferry was spent going from town to town. First the ferry stopped at Juneau, “early this morning, so early that the street lights were still on.” In 1995, I spent three days exploring Juneau. Here’s a picture I took on that trip:
We arrived in Petersburg about 1 pm, and Wrangell late in the afternoon. I’ve not been back to them. We didn’t go to Sitka. Not all of the ferries do. When I went to Sitka as part of my 1995 trip, I took what I thought of as the “milk run” ferry, a smaller vessel from Juneau, which sailed in the morning and stopped at several small settlements along the way — Hoonah, which was a Native village, Tenakee Springs, which was sort of counter-cultural and didn’t allow cars, and Angoon, another Native village — before arriving at Sitka at about four in the morning the next day.
We got to Ketchikan around 11:30 pm, and as my diary says, “I don’t remember Ketchkan very well.” I do from my 1995 trip, however, because I spent several days there going through the totem pole park and visiting Creek Street, which is so named because it is basically a series of walkways directly over a creek, with buildings on stilts on either side that used to be brothels until the 1950s, and are now touristy shops, one of which was where the woman told me Ketchikan was fine as long a you could get off the rock. Here’s a picture of Creek Street, and one of Ketchikan’s waterfront from 1995:
And that was our whole day on the ferry.