Sunday, July 5, 2015

Sitka, June 26 - July 1, 2015


On the way to Sitka
 
Civilization!  Lipstick!  Restaurants!  We are in a real city of 9,000 on Baranoff Island and they don’t roll up their streets at 8 PM.  On the contrary, this is quite the cosmopolitan place.  Originally settled by the Tlingit Tribe, it was stormed by the Russians in the late 1700’s, (they optimistically named it the capital of “Russia America”) and then purchased by the U.S. in 1867.  But the Russian culture remains strong here - this must be where Sarah Palin got her knowledge of Russia, reading Sitka street signs.
Whale!  Well, Whale Breathing
Whale!

Two Whales Swimming Together
Sitka, has natural beauty to spare – surrounded by craggy, pointy mountain peaks to the north, south and east and the Pacific Ocean to the west.  Its weather leaves a little something to be desired though – highs in the summer average 60.  From what we experienced, it is sunny every day and rainy every day.
Juvenile Eagle
Since Sitka is known for its fishing, Jim embarked on his own version of the Deadliest Catch -  a half day fishing trip – we will now call him “the provider” as he hauled home 4 large salmon including the very rare white king salmon.  Then I brought out my favorite kitchen tool – the  vacuum sealer - for an afternoon of sucking air out of plastic bags.  Dinners on board just improved.

Sitka Waterways from Mt. Harbor
We rented a car for a scenic drive up the twisty, narrow, gravel road to the top of Mt. Harbor, an elevation of approximately 2500 feet.  This might not have been too bad except that other people had the same idea and the road is wide enough for exactly one small car.  Each time a vehicle came the other way – usually a monster truck - we’d swerve into one of the numerous turnouts.  Unfortunately, the turnouts themselves are skinny with a sheer drop off and nothing but loose gravel between you and the bottom of the mountain.  Despite my constant screaming “we’re going to die” we made it all the way to the top where I finally pulled my nails out of Jim’s arm.  There, a parking lot and foot path leads to the summit and a breathtaking 360 degree view.   

The summit has picnic tables and grills.  We chuckled about how hard it would be to organize a picnic all the way up here and then, sure enough, we encountered a family with their dog in the parking lot unloading their picnic supplies:  charcoal, burgers, buns, and of course, a handgun -  just in case a grizzly  tries to wrestle you for the burgers.

Sitka can only be reached by boat or plane and we drove our rental car reaching the “Road Ends” signs at both the north and south side of town.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sitka Harbor at Sunset
We ate out every night and had wonderful meals, tapas style, white king salmon, and rockfish – Petersburg, can you hear me – civilization, restaurants!!

Leaving Sitka
 

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