We stopped in King Cove, Alaska for some water and were able to walk around town for a bit.
Exploring new places, even if for an hour, is one of my favorite things about the job.
King Cove was interesting (as so many small Alaskan villages are). The town is basically a cannery. I'm sure people who live and work there would disagree so it maybe isn't a fair thing to say but, from an outsiders perspective the cannery was the town.
The docks were bustling with fishing boats and tenders - coming in for supplies and dropping of their catches.
The cannery was a hive of activity. Forklifts moving totes around the dock, trucks driving around re-stocking supplies, ladies in rubber boots and hair nets stepping out for breaks.
There was a laundromat, a store, a large cafeteria all within a two minute walk from the dock contained within the cannery. From the dock you could also see the cannery barracks.
As a sailor, one of the nicest things about being in port for a bit is the ability to stretch your legs. Don't get me wrong there are ships out there where you can get plenty of steps in. But, going for a walk in town? Much better. Walking to the grocery store with your shipmates? The best.
Making them stop on the way back to the boat so you can snap pics of mossy mounds of net and line - hilarious. What always cracks me up about taking pictures is that I first get made fun of...and then people ask me for copies of the photos!
I know I've said it ten million times buuutt...I love Alaska. Just love it. It's wild and gorgeous. It makes you want to have adventures. It encourages exploration. It pulls at you. It freshens. It's hard but resilient. Untamed. Friendly. Rugged. It's incomparable.
Even strange little canning towns make you want more.