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The Traverse and the Reunions: Returning to Ketchikan (2)

July 23, 2019July 23, 2019 First Person ForeignAlaska

“Alaska lulled me here on some sort of fantasy.” I thought as I ran up and down the hills of the residential streets. I pushed myself to scale them because I am trying to keep[…]

“Well That Was Very Rude” Conversations in Alaska, 38 of 50

August 24, 2016August 24, 2016 First Person ForeignAlaska

I am standing on Dock 2, the one where everyone gets scrunched between the ship and the dock. There is one small lane for the buses to drive through (to get to Dock One, or[…]

Conversations in Alaska: “It’s very different in the Mediterranean” 44 of 50

August 3, 2016 First Person ForeignAlaska

I had this conversation with a young girl, long hair with two black clips, while we were settling under the tent at the front of the Norwegian Pearl. Shorex: “It’s my first day back.” Me:[…]

Summer in Alaska: The Tourists

July 6, 2016July 10, 2016 First Person ForeignAlaska

Around the end of May, summer is in full swing here in Ketchikan. At 11am on any given Sunday or any other day you’re given, Historic Creek Street is a cluster of tourists, all standing[…]

The Dock | A Day in the Life of a Well-Oiled Job

June 11, 2016 First Person ForeignAlaska

By week three, I was familiar with the ins and outs of the Dock Job. All things considered, it is a very cush job. Not to mention, I really like it! Even on days when[…]