There was a longhouse, also.
I headed back to Ketchikan and caught the three hour ferry to Prince of Wales Island. One of the many Sitka deer stopped to gawk at my bike.
I tried my hand at some fly fishing and successfully hooked several alder bushes, along with my trophy catch of a cedar branch. I did get my casting down, sort of.
Sam, my bike was having trouble shifting so I did a bit of roadside adjustment. While I was fiddling, Stan, a Tsimshian elder came by to help. Later in the town of Klawock, I ran into Annette, his daughter. She lives right next to the ferry terminal so I asked her if I could camp in her yard the night before I had to catch the 8 AM ferry. She said sure, her house is the one with mailbox.
I stayed at a nice RV park that night and rode to Craig, the biggest town on the island in the morning. The ride was really pretty.
The downtown of Craig was cute.
More views on the ride.
I headed back toward the ferry keeping an eye out for the mailbox. I really felt good on the bike and seem to have found my biking legs. I easily rode up all the hills and even stopped to check if I had a tailwind helping me but it was completely calm. Sweet!
As I approached Hollis, at the ferry terminal, I got a bit nervous about finding Annette's mailbox. I shouldn't have worried.
She has a fantastic place right on the bay.
Here is her view.
She does a lot of fishing and stuffed me full of the most amazing smoked, canned, and barbequed salmon ever.
We drove over to meet her sister Alice, and her dad, Stan, who, it turns out, is a master carver, showed me an old Haida pictograph he has in his yard. As I followed the old gentleman through the soggy forest at twilight, I thought, it's for moments like this that I travel.
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Location:Prince of Wales Island
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