I used to live in Ketchikan. It was the mid 1980’s, I was young then, and didn’t know very much. About much. But I loved K-Kan. That 11 months was about the best 5 years of my life. Working odd jobs, from the slime line at the cannery to playing guitar in O’Dowd’s Pub, and just about everything in between.
Ketchikan is the first Alaskan town we’ll come to on our way up the inside passage and I’m sure it’s changed a lot since the last time I was there. Our ferry will be stopping there for a few hours and I am hoping we’ll get the chance to walk around, to see what memories come back.
