{"id":6902,"date":"2021-05-23T11:48:28","date_gmt":"2021-05-23T18:48:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jupitersway.com\/?p=6902"},"modified":"2021-05-30T16:18:13","modified_gmt":"2021-05-30T23:18:13","slug":"the-journeyman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jupitersway.com\/the-journeyman\/","title":{"rendered":"The Journeyman"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Errands in Ketchikan last week found us in the careworn cab of a careworn woman from the Haida tribe. She related how she grew up in the village of Hydaburg on the remote western coast of Prince of Wales Island, whose declining population is mostly Haida, Tlingit or both.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Hydaburg from the water<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

We mention that we might be cruising that way, and she transforms into a radiant one-woman Board of Tourism bent on convincing us of the beauty of her native village.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rarely squandering a recommendation, six days later we ease Jupiter into a slip at the Hydaburg Marina after picking our way up the island’s rugged shore. The sun is hard out, the docks robust and new.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Jupiter in the harbor with the Hydaburg fishing fleet<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

A few vessels belonging to local fishermen range from small and raddled to large and raddled. Time floated out on the morning tide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n