This week, the Wilderness Discoverer had an opportunity to visit a little-known relic of Alaskan history when we anchored near George Island, the site of Southeast Alaska’s only remaining intact WWII era big "cannon."
Until I read this poem by Robert Service, I had always struggled to explain what drove me to first travel to Southeast Alaska, and later to make it my home.
I did it. I found it. My favorite place on the planet.
"Ever-changing" has always described Alaska--it has been shaped by glacial ice flowing like a frozen river over the landscape, smoothing over cracks and mountains alike. And it is our joy to share our love and responsibility for this land with our guests who carry on that message of care, sharing it with those they love as well.
I am a new expedition guide, and this week marked the first time in over a decade that I've returned to Southeast Alaska. Between leading kayaking excursions, identifying plants and animals on shore walks, and figuring out just what makes a great skiff tour, I've connected the information I learned in my childhood.