Folks from around the world visit the glacier views from our cabin deck. Those who sign the register represent 21 different countries and 46 of the United States. During the past 3 months, Mare and I have chatted with over 3,000 people. Just yesterday a seven-foot-tall German man told me, “You’re the 3rd person today to ask me how tall I am.” He told me how easy it is for him to paint, and how he always gets good seats in theaters. I showed him my fresh fish filets marinating in olive oil, garlic, orange juice and a secret spice.
Curiously, many visitors find us interesting. We live in a fishbowl. They look into our windows and ask about our life stories. All we need to do is engage in some private activity, from brushing teeth to changing pants, (or you know what) and the slow crackle of gravel warns us of a visitor approaching in their rig. Sometimes we invite them into our cabin, others invite themselves.
Although we love to share information with all these folks, once in a while we need to get away. The only way to get away is to…well, get away. Luckily, two of our close friends are coming to visit tonight and help us escape from the fishbowl for a few days.
I pick up Mary Jo and Carey from the ferry. During the drive to our cabin, a moose spots us, setting a true Alaskan tone. Mary Jo and Carey spoil us with Stromboli sandwiches, good wine and great cheer.
Carey and I get a line wet the next day at the Chilkoot River. Mary Jo and Mare tour around the lake where eagles hunt. Look out…here come the bears.
She does this 3 times. As for us, we catch our sockeye filet from the store tonight, and grill the red flakey fish on the cabin deck. Magically, we get only a few visitors this evening, who we hardly even notice.
What’s a visit to Haines without a little bar-hopping? Fishermen tell us bear tales at the “Fogcutter Bar.” I ask a man about where a fellow should shoot a charging bear, to settle a discussion we are having at the table.
“Shoot him in the shoulder to prevent him from swiping off your head,” he says. “Your bullet would just bounce off of his head. Shoot for the joints, to minimize the damage he’ll do.” The man winks. “Then cover him in leaves. Otherwise, you’ll have a shitload of fines and investigations to deal with.”
After a few margaritas at the Fort Seward Inn, we top off our final evening with a gourmet meal at the Halsingland Hotel.