Sun in Alaska. Really!
18 June 2013 | posted at Wrangell
Photo: A summer day in Berg Bay, near Wrangell.
Summer started our second day in Misty Fiord. Nary a wisp of fog obscured the spectacular cliffs in Punchbowl Cove. The next day, in Walker Cove, we saw knobby mountains and hanging valleys we hadn't seen when we were here in 2007. The sun continued through our stop at Loring in West Behm Canal where we walked the trail along Roosevelt Lagoon without fear of slipping on wet boards. In Meyers Chuck locals and boaters gathered on the dock and sat in boat cockpits into the summer evening. Frosty Bay wasn't the least bit frosty and only distant snow in the mountains of Berg Bay reminded us this was Alaska.
When we arrived in Wrangell, the temperature was in the 80s. We wore short sleeve T-shirts and wished we'd worn shorts. We had dinner at the Stikine Inn and I had a margarita and an Ahi salad. What country were we in?
But there was no mistaking we were in Alaska when we walked back to the marina. On the road a thin old man supported by a gnarled walking stick greeted us. His beard hung almost to his waist. Red suspenders with "Alaska" written in bold topped a yellow T-shirt and held up his blue sweatpants.
"Are you having a good day?" he asked us. Then, the usual question Alaskans asks outsiders, "Where are you from?" When we replied, "Seattle, Ballard," he said, "I came from the Skagit flats, Sedro Wooley."
"We weren't prepared for this heat," said Steve.
"No," the old man said. "It doesn't seem right. Doesn't feel like Alaska."
The next morning when we woke to the more usual Alaska clouds, I was almost relieved.