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| Meyers Chuck |
Magical and enchanting – that is the only way to describe
this rocky peninsula accessible only by boat or float plane. Located about 30 NM north of Ketchikan, it is
remote and the 20 or so residents like it that way. Houses are perched on a hill connected
by a single-file trail skirting the edge of the peninsula - the only passage to
explore this area – so we march past the owners’ property – we think –
boundaries here being a very loose concept. We pass a closed art studio/store in a small painted shack. A sign posted on the door states that they’ll
open if you call the phone number listed, but that is not necessary to see
great art – whimsical sculptures are scattered everywhere.
We have our friends Rich and Shari with us for a week and
the four of us head for the woods, following the well maintained trail, and
reach a clearing between the trees. The
evergreen canopy is thick and although it's dark, we immediately spot the rustic
playground nestled here. Like second
graders at the sound of the recess bell, we rush for the slide, its shinny
aluminum surface burrowed in the hill, and shoosh down, landing with a thud on
the forest floor. Maybe we ought to
stick with the 40 foot log teeter-totter which merrily bounces us until our
backs scream “get off.” We wisely pass
on the rope monkey bars.
The head of the peninsula near the dock used to have a pay
phone, but it’s gone, only a bulletin board remains, posting items for
sale. The post mistress – yes, there is
an official post office, reachable by dinghy - used to moonlight as a baker, creating
fresh cinnamon rolls and delivering them at 7 AM by dinghy - but her sign is gone
too. Disappointed, we trudge back to the
boat and comfort ourselves with fresh baked banana bread – boating can be a
real hardship.
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| Evening in Meyers Chuck |
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