Gregory's Server'Our goal was to sail to a place called Codville Lagoon, 40 NM away. "Ah, yes, Codville. The cod committee will be waiting," I said to Devine, "we must pay the cod tax." Our fantasy world was populated by greedy and opportunistic animals. "Yes, hello! You must now pay the gull tax!" A pair of black-headed gulls, perched on a piece of driftwood, said to us as we sailed past, but we pretended we hadn't heard. "You must paaay!" They continued to say, disappearing in the distance, folding back into the scenery.'
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 Rain in Ketchikan is no joke. I had the great idea of going out to fetch some groceries during a downpour, but did not think to wear waterproof pants, the result was that my jeans were soaked, it felt like having clingwrap around my legs.   "We thought we would get soaked today, but the storm clouds never approached us, and once halfway across Dixon Entrance the sun dominated the skies. We saw no new wildlife here, but the water and Southeast Alaskan shores were always full of gulls, a gull on every rock. Everytime we looked ashore for a glimpse of something alive, something new, there was always just gulls. Gulls abound. We still haven't seen a bear, maybe the gulls have agreed to act as stand-ins. The gull syndicate is strong on this coast." "The brightness of the day and the still waters created a perfect inverted reflection of the rocks and trees bordering the channel. This inversion gave the impression that the land continued, that we could see its underside, like it was floating in space. Looking around I felt nauseous, ungrounded, the world had stopped making sense, up was down, and our boat was flying in the void." |
We had trouble checking in with the CBP when arriving in Ketchikan by boat last June. Our dumb phone couldn't make calls to the US, and our other devices were too old to support the official check-in app. In the end, we had to walk to the harbormaster's office to use their phone.