By Bob Schwabach

First published in the Philadelphia Daily News July 11, 1985

A guy I met told me visiting Alaska was the trip of a lifetime.  I hadn’t thought of it that way.  The trip of a lifetime, I thought, should be someplace incredibly exotic –like Timbuktu, or Kashmir. Alaska, after all,  is one of the 50 states. But the guy was right: It is the trip of a lifetime.

You can fly to Alaska. Easy. You can drive. Not so easy. But the best way is by boat –up the Pacific inland waterway. A thousand miles of gliding between dark forested mountains that have never known the step of man. Whales and porpoises swim up to the ship, curious, unafraid. Bears come down to the water’s edge to catch fish. Moose stop grazing to look. The sea is as still as a pond.

Before we disembark

A 10-day tour by ship costs about $1,200-$2,200 per person, depending on cabin size and location. Not as bad as it first appears, really, since it includes your room, entertainment and all meals. Sometimes you can get discounted tickets just before a ship sails. Ships leave from San Francisco, Seattle and Vancouver. There are several lines: Norwegian, Holland/American, Cunard, Carnival, etc.

The young and adventurous can take passage on a mail boast if they’re willing to sleep on deck and bring sandwiches. Not many people know about these. They leave every couple of days from San Francisco and Seattle, and the price is very cheap —$40 or so, depending on how far you’re going.


First port heading north. It is cold, gray and wet.

It does not snow much in Ketchikan, but it rains all the time. The playgrounds of the public school yards are all paved; otherwise the children would be playing in mud. They are roofed too.

The town is built so steeply into a mountainside that part of the main street is on stilts. There are streams all over, and salmon swim through town on their way to spawn.

Ketchikan has 9,000 people, or so the atlas says. There is a drugstore and a movie theater. There is no way in or out except by boat or seaplane. It is Alaska’s fourth-largest city.


There is no place quite like this one, and perhaps there never has been.

Skagway was the gateway to the Yukon Territory during the gold rush at the turn of the century. Fortune hunters and adventurers from half the world arrived here by boat and began the walk to Whitehorse and Dawson City, 500 miles to the north. It was the easiest way in.

By 1890, Skagway had a population of 20-30,000 — no one is quite sure. By all accounts every rip-roaring, free-swinging, saloon and dance-hall town you ever saw in the movies was nothing compared to this place. Author Jack London said it was the hardest, toughest, most lawless place on the continent, which was really saying something at the time.

The town is at the northern end of a hundred-mile-long fjord. It has about 700 people year-round, though that swells to almost a thousand in the summertime. They paved the main street last year, a source of much local pride. The sidewalks are still wood.

In the Red Onion Saloon in the center of Skagway the only patrons were two men about the size of trees and one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. One man was in a full body cast. He had just gotten out of the hospital, it turned out, mauled by a grizzly bear. He was walking in the woods near his house when he saw the bear. The bear saw him too.

At first the bear didn’t do anything. Then it charged. Bears are very territorial and this was the bear’s territory. The man ran then and climbed a tree, because no matter how big you are, you are not as big as a grizzly bear.

Climbing the tree turned out to be a mistake. The bear reached up and with one paw brushed him out like a bug, and he landed 20 feet away in a creek bed, with a broken leg and shoulder. The bear came and stood over him then, and after looking at the man for a minute, took his head in its jaws and bit, fracturing his skull in several places.  Then the bear shook itself and walked away.

The man the size of a tree explained all this the way you or I would talk about a traffic accident– just a kind of mishap, you might say, on the way down to the grocery store.


Half the people in the state live here. There is a Hilton, owned by Walter Hickel, the former governor and U.S. secretary of the interior.

The most interesting thing about Anchorage is the suburb of Hope, about three miles away across an inlet cut by a glacier. That three miles is all quicksand. To get to Anchorage from Hope you have to drive around the glacier, about 200 miles.


The interior. Even when it’s warm, it’s cold in Fairbanks.

The most interesting thing about Fairbanks was watching a construction crew putting in sewer lines for a new housing project. They blast the trenches out with dynamite. This is the permafrost; digging is out of the question.


The Indian name for what we used to call Mount McKinley, at more than 20,000 feet the highest point in the North America. Denali means “the big one.” The park is 5.7 million acres.

Dawn and a cold wind blowing off the mountain. Fifty to sixty bighorn sheep grazing part-way up the side. Though they are only about a mile away, that mile is almost straight up, and it would take all day to reach them. About a hundred yards away, a grizzly is eating some berries off a bush.

The clouds part and the sun lights up a valley covered with tundra
grass and ringed by low peaks. It is totally desolate and incredibly beautiful. An eagle takes flight from a crag a quarter mile away. You can hear the beat of its wings.


The capital. In  his book about Alaska, “Going to Extremes,” Joe McGinniss writes that Juneau is so mind-numbingly boring that lawmakers regularly snort cocaine in the caucus rooms when the Legislature is in session. I believe it.

You can walk the whole city in a couple of hours. Take a bus and you can cover the suburbs in 20 minutes. The bus line ends at the Mendenhall Glacier. If you stand there you will hear sounds like distant cannon fire. It is the ice cracking as the glacier moves.

It is June and nearly 60 degrees in downtown Juneau, so warm that several young ladies have taken advantage of the heat wave to dress in shorts and halter tops. No one else considers this odd. Nothing is considered odd. In the Ace Hardware store downtown they sell Uzi submachine guns in the sporting goods department.

Juneau is built against the side of a 2,000-foot cliff. It is beautiful almost beyond belief.

Alaska is a state of mind, the locals like to tell you. They refer to all the other states simply as “outside.”

They also believe that it is the last stronghold of rugged individualism and rugged individuals. They are wrong. But they are right about one thing: There is a sign in the Alaska State Division of Tourism office, and it says: “Once you’ve gone to Alaska, you never come all the way back.”


3 Responses

  1. Spent a year in Fairbanks. You apparently missed the charm. Driving my daughter to school in the pitch dark with the temperature at negative 45 and ice fog diminishing visibility is part of the fun of the place. Oh, did I mention mosquitoes, moose, bears and really crazy people. Loved ever minute of it. Seriously.

  2. We lived in Seward, just southeast of anchorage. Pancho was the lead artist, constructing the habitats at the Alaska Sea Life Center, We travelled from WA on the Alaskan State Ferry, in the freezing month of February. Yes, I would do it again in a heartbeat- I can’t imagine a more beautiful place on this planet (of course i haven’t been to many places). The wildlife, marine life, mountains, meadows, rivers -and icebergs are awe-inspiring. We always carried pepper spray, (fortunately we never needed to use) to fend off bears, aggressive moose and the occasional Alaskan vagrant. Most interesting experience- One of summer’s endless days (darkness for a couple of hours) Oliver’s riding his bike about 11 p.m., crashes and severely breaks his arm, both the radius and ulna. The rural clinic in Seward does nothing except hand us an ice pack. All five of us Vinings cram into our king cab Ford truck and head out for the 2 hour trip on a very bumpy, under construction, road to Anchorage. The (one & only) road closes at midnight for repair work, but they let us through on the emergency regulation. Oliver is stoic, trying to keep his arm still and his pain controlled, for the 2 hr trip. When we get to Anchorage Hospital, Pancho stay in the truck with the sleeping Tess and Alex. The Dr. prepares for Oliver’s surgery, however, he needs Pancho’s parental approval. Pancho heads toward the automatic entry doors and is stopped by a huge moose. The moose is on the “doormat”, the door keeps sliding open and shut. Oliver is at least medicated for the pain, but mom and dad are not. Finally, a local hardcore Alaskan challenges the moose, an the moose runs out across the parking lot. Thank goodness it didn’t go the other way- in through the front door. Pancho and I meet at the doorway and exchange places so that the surgery can begin. Poor Oliver had several different casts and physical therapy for months, and an unpleasant ride for the 4 thousand? mile 3 week trip back home to Mammoth. Even he has admitted that he’s do (most of it) again. Where else are you going to see 50, yes we counted 50, bald eagles just on the drive out from Haines? I won’t go into the politics regarding the Governor, or of the oil pipeline… I will keep my memories fond ones.

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