Thursday, 8 December 2016

Highlights of Mount Saint Helens




Mount Saint Helens
After our short tour of the Olympic Peninsula we were keen to show our girls another of the highlights of Washington State and for a time at least perhaps the most famous feature there - Mount Saint Helens.  We met up once again with my cousin Mark, this time with his girlfriend. This was a trip we wanted to do with him as he is a geologist and I knew a long time ago that this was near the top of his wish list of things to do.  What we hadn't bargained for was the searing hot temperatures - it was more than 100 degrees Fahrenheit when we arrived and we knew then that we would probably have to curtail the walking that we had planned.  As with the Olympic trip this entry will be a series of interpretive walks that set the scene for the monumental events that surrounded this mountain back when I was a boy in 1980.


Silver Lake Lily
Mount Saint Helens famously erupted in May 1980 with the world watching.  The media attention on this eruption was unprecedented at the time and I have enduring memories of watching the footage and the enormous ash cloud that was ejected from the top of the mountain.  This ash cloud would affect great swathes of Washington and affect the global climate for a period afterwards as sunlight was reflected back into space.  The local area was devastated and millions of trees were toppled and/ or incinerated.  It wasn't just ash that was emitted though - about 3000 feet of mountain also blew off the top in the explosion!  Much of the interpretation around the mountain now focuses not just on the eruption but the nearly forty years of regeneration that has happened since.


Silver Lake
We stayed close to the nearby freeway to allow us the opportunity to visit the two main areas north and south where the highlights of what can be seen are found. We started on the north side if the mountain and headed up the highway that leads up to the Mount Saint Helens observatory and stopped at the first visitor centre.  This was a great introduction to the mountain, it's geological history and the events that led to the explosion that happened in May 1980.  A film showing the devastation caused was shown and this was a really good way of telling the story to the girls.


Mount Saint Helens From Silver Lake
Perhaps better than the indoor section was the walk outside on the boardwalks of the Silver Lake Wetlands Trail.  This gave us our first proper sight of the mountain but also some beautiful scenery as we wandered around a lily pad lake.  At the far end of the boardwalk we eventually walked along a narrow strip of land between the lakes.  It turns out that this strip of land was actually a railroad originally; built to carry logs away from the forested area.  It seemed a bit unlikely but the shape of the land was certainly consistent.  


Lava Flow in Toutle River Valley
We learned that the lake was formed in an earlier eruption of the mountain, about 2,500 years ago.  During this event landslides off the north side of the mountain blocked local streams and formed lakes behind the dams of debris. Some of these lakes eventually overflowed, resulting in huge mud flows that thundered down the Toutle River.  The mud came to form a dam at nearby Outlet Creek and created Silver Lake. The lake is actually quite shallow, perhaps this is why the distinctive lily pads thrive in the conditions?  On the way round we also came upon a touching memorial plaque to the 57 people who died in the 1980 eruption.

Looming Mountain

We headed on and soon the road started to climb.  We stopped briefly at an enormous bridge that had been completely rebuilt after the eruption in 1980.  Unfortunately we didn't get a clear sight of it but the scale was pretty obvious for all to see.  We crossed and continued to climb and the mountain loomed large as we headed upwards.  At the next available viewpoint was another visitor centre, this time devoted to forestry although there were some interesting elements about how the forests have recovered after the eruption.  The best thing about this point though was the view - we could see where the ash had been worn away by the river.


Recovering Landscape
The last stretch of the drive was a lot steeper as we headed up to the last of the visitor centres at Johnson Ridge.  This is surely the one with the best view of the mountain and some 15 years after we last visited and 36 since the eruption there was some recovery but mostly the surrounding area is a moonscape still.  We watched a film about the recovery of the landscape after the eruption - fascinating stuff.  Mostly though the view was the star here - the mountain this close up is quite astonishing although the heat was pretty intense.  My eyes were also drawn to the pretty wildflowers that call this area home.  They gave some much needed colour to an otherwise barren looking landscape. There are a lot of walks that start at Johnston Ridge - we stuck to the modest section of the Boundary Trail at the top.  It is possible though to take some big loops from here that even include going up to the summit itself.  Be warned though - anything more than a casual stroll and you will need a permit so make sure you are fully equipped before you set out.


Johnston Ridge Wildflowers
Having satisfied ourselves with seeing what we wanted to see we headed back down again.  We stopped briefly at Coldwater Lake at the bottom which was worth the stop for the lovely view across the water. There was an interesting short boardwalk here as well and this was rather more bearable to walk around as there was a breeze coming off the lake.  There is a trail that takes walkers right around the perimeter of the lake and it looks a most inviting walk.  At 10 miles and some appreciable height gain it wasn't one that we could contemplate on this trip.  I imagine on an autumn or spring day it would be a delight.


Coldwater Lake Boardwalk
On the second day of our trip to Mount Saint Helens we went round to the south side of the mountain to look at some of the other features of the landscape, mostly formed from previous eruptions.  Mount Saint Helens is the most active of the Cascade volcanoes and there is plenty of evidence of lava flows from different eruption episodes.  One of these is the so called Ape Cave, which is a lava tube system.


Coldwater Lake
We got there reasonably early which was a good thing for the crowds had already started descending on the place.  In order to explore properly we didn't just rely on the small torches we had but also hired a couple of gas lanterns from the ranger station.  We wandered up to the top of the cave and descended down the steps into the tube.  We decided to follow the 'lower' tube as this was a lot easier for the girls.  In total the tube is two and a half miles long and was formed when the lava flow cooled from the outside hardening the rock and leaving a cavity below.

Ape Caves

To say it was dark would be a massive understatement and we were very thankful for our torches and lamps.  This is not a cave system full of stalactites and stalagmites for there is no water.  The crystals of the lava could be seen in places together with evidence of how the lava flowed but this was not a place a magical beauty, more a reminder of the brute strength of the nearby mountain.  Eventually the route petered out into a cave far too small to negotiate.  The total length of the section we explored was about a mile and we had to return the same way that we went in.
A Trail of Two Forests
 

On our way out of the Ape Cave complex we stopped briefly at the Trail of Two Forests.  The Two Forests in question are the present day one and one from ancient times that was engulfed by a previous eruption of Mount Saint Helens.  This buried a forest in lava, leaving trunk shaped tubes where fallen trees had been covered in lava and subsequently burned/ rotted away leaving the hollow where they had once been.

Lava Tube

The trail itself was largely on boardwalk above the lava to protect it from the hundreds of feet that would otherwise erode it.  At the far end was a tunnel that could be accessed via a ladder and the girls and I gave it a go.  It was a fairly tight fit and the roughness of the rock made for a slightly uncomfortable experience, but was a fascinating feature!  I was certainly glad to explore this place - glad we stopped.

Lava Canyon Bridge

The last place we visited on our trip to Mount Saint Helens was the intriguingly named Lava Canyon. Of course it was still a river of molten lava but rather the remnants of an old eruption.  As we approached we went past the opposite side of the volcano than we were yesterday.  We parked at the top of the Canyon and descended to river level.  It was clear pretty quickly that the river was doing its best to wear away the lava but it was still quite clearly a lava flow!


Lava Canyon
The river raged underneath the bridge that we crossed and fell down through a fissure in the rock to find lower ground.  Warning notices were quite prominent advising people that trying to go in the water is generally fatal.  I imagine that a few people have found that to their cost.

Lava Canyon

We continued down the valley for a short way and took a look at some of the lava formations as we did so.  It looked as if there had been several episodes of eruptions judging from the different layers of lava that we saw.  There was also what looked like a lava bomb settled on the top of one of the beds. The piece de resistance of the walk was the crossing of a wibbly wobbly bridge halfway round.  High above the raging torrent below it was all a bit Indiana Jones but definitely added a lot of spice to the walk!


Suspension Bridge
On the other side of the canyon we traced our path back to the car seeing a rather different view of the rocks we had walked on over the other side.  We could see the columnar jointing pattern of the basalt, which was rather fascinating.  It was also interesting to see that although the forest had taken back control of much of the landscape the rock close by the water was still almost as fresh as the day it was created.  Other than a few lichens not much had managed to establish itself on the rock.  I imagine that this might hold true until the next eruption comes this way!


Basalt Columns
Sadly this was the end of our time together and we faced the long journey back to Bellingham after saying goodbye in mid afternoon. I was a little sad that it had been too hot to explore more on foot but in truth this is a vast area and two days are not nearly enough to explore properly.  If you have the time take at least 4-5 days.  I have no doubt that we'll be back!

Sunday, 20 November 2016

Highlights of the Olympic Peninsula

Dungeness Lighthouse and Mount Baker
This post will be like a collection of short stories - each walk was of a modest length but overall capture the magic of the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State. Certainly if you are heading in that direction these are probably the main things you will want to see - a combination of magical beaches, rainforests and mountains. We completed these walks over the space of three days on a road trip around the peninsula.

Dungeness Spit
We arrived on the peninsula via the ferry at Port Townsend on a rather foggy morning. The fog soon relented however and we were blessed with some wonderful sunshine on day one. We headed to Hurricane Ridge after stopping briefly at Port Townsend but on the way we spotted signs for Dungeness Spit and thought that would be a fun trip for the children on the way.

Dungeness Beach

The road to Dungeness was rather further than we thought but when we eventually got there we decided to walk via the scenic route through the trees down to the spit. It was lovely under the shade of the trees on what was becoming a pretty hot day. It was a pleasing walk through the trees and when we got to the far end we dropped down on to the spit. I remember coming here 20 years ago when I lived out here and had a notion that we could walk to the end and being very disappointed when I realised that it was 6 miles to the lighthouse at the far end! These days I wouldn't even contemplate a 12 mile walk along a shingle beach.
Dungeness Forest Trail
The spit was named after Dungeness in Britain by explorer George Vancouver who thought that the spit resembled its British counterpart (not sure I see the resemblance). He named most of the English sounding places in these parts. Most other names come from Native Americans. The spit is actually the longest of its kind in the whole of North America. We hung about for quite a while enjoying the ambience of the place and the large amount of logs with their weird shapes that have washed up. Logs and other driftwood are a feature of Pacific Northwest beaches and I suspect can be there for a good many years before they break down by erosion.
Dungeness Viewpoint
Having explored the spit and enjoyed the wonderful views across the Strait of Juan De Fuca it was onto somewhere rather different - Hurricane Ridge. This is higher than the highest point in the British Isles at nearly 1600 metres and is accessed by a tortuous road from Port Angeles. Be aware that you have to pay a fee to use the road as you are accessing the Olympic National Park. The pass is good for other places en route later.
Hurricane Ridge

The view up here is as astonishing as I anticipated and the weather conditions were absolutely perfect for our trip. It isn't always the case though - some of the storms up here are pretty fierce, hence the name. Considering how long I have spent in these parts it is rather amazing that this was my first ever trip. We headed first for the visitor centre as this was going to close fairly soon. The exhibition was more modest than I expected but it seems that the park rangers offer talks and guided walks if you arrive here at the right times.
Chipmunk
The visitor centre closed not long after we got there but with plenty of daylight still left we decided to explore the popular Hurricane Ridge Trail. This is clearly set out for more sedate visitors as it is largely paved. It is an ideal way for disabled people to enjoy the area surrounding the visitor centre and especially the view to the north which you don't get unless you venture further afield.
Black Tailed Deer
As we climbed up to the viewpoint above the car we caught sight of some marmots. Cute little fellas they are too! We also saw deer and chipmunks on our little walk on the other side of the ridge where we could see the view down across the Strait of Juan De Fuca and Port Angeles far below us. Victoria was a little out of sight due to a mountain peak being in the way but no doubt if we had more time and ventured over there we could have seen that too. Maybe another trip? There are certainly enough hiking trails here to keep causal walkers going for quite a while. It really felt like we were on top of the world.
Marmot
After an overnight stop in Port Angeles we headed west to Lake Crescent where we wanted to find ourselves a camping place. I had clocked this as a particularly good looking place to stay and as we came across it we weren't disappointed as the lake was breathtaking. The water was completely still with the most magnificent reflections of the surrounding forested mountains on its surface.
Hurricane Ridge Trail
While at the lake we took some time to walk along the old railroad track that once ran along the shore. I think this was laid largely for the purposes of forestry. With such a sparse population I cannot imagine that there was any intention of ever running passenger trains along here. For the lumber industry though it was a different story - logging was and is big business on the Olympic Peninsula and in the days before reliable road transport trains would have provided the horsepower to remove the logs that built the west coast of America. The walk is now officially called the Spruce Railroad Trail.
Lake Crescent
It was a magnificent walk and just what the doctor ordered on such a hot day. We were lucky enough to be sheltered from the sun most of the way. There was little in the way of engineering of the line as it largely followed a natural shelf high up above the lake shore. Across the water there was plenty of activity with visitors kayaking and swimming on sections of 'beach'. Swimmers didn't venture out too far though - this is the second deepest lake in Washington State and I imagine the water is pretty cold away from the shore.
Spruce Railroad Trail

On the way along the track bed we came across one very rough looking engineering feature - a blasted out tunnel. There was no attempt to build any lining but looking at how tough the rock looked I donlt suppose there was any need. The path took us around the outside of the tunnel - probably a good thing for there looked like there were chunks of rock that could fall down on us at any time. After about five miles walking along the track we got the sense that we could have gone on a lot longer but in truth the weather rather beat us - it was just way too hot! It was the start of a few scorchers - we were to reach 90 degrees or more for the rest of our trip.
Former Tunnel
I always imagined that when I finally got to the Hoh Rain Forest that it would be a dark and dank kind of place. Certainly all the pictures I have ever seen show dripping trees and mist surrounding the place. What we actually got then was a bright sunny day with ever rising temperatures, which gave this normally very wet place a rather different atmosphere to the one I was expecting.
Kayaking
The rain forest was heaving with people when we got there. The car park was almost full already as we arrived late morning. It had taken quite a while to get here from the campsite, not helped by stretches of roadworks along the way. The rainforest was quite a way in from Highway 101 too, adding a good 40 minutes onto the journey than we had expected.
Hoh Rainforest
Once out of the car the heat hit us. We were thankful for disappearing into the forest along the first of the visitor trails taking us around the main area. At first this seemed a bit of a procession of people but after a while the crowds thinned out and there were sections where we could enjoy the surroundings in peace. The numbers of people had ensured there would be no wildlife however. The moss hanging from the trees was bone dry, in stark contrast to how it normally is. I was fascinated by the old trees becoming nurseries for the new trees after they had fallen. There were also berries forming - a sure sign that autumn is quickly approaching. I imagine in these parts it comes a little earlier than we are used to.

Hoh Ferns
After walking around the main trail for a mile or so we decided to make a bigger loop by walking around the next of the trails leading from the visitor centre. This was a slightly longer affair with fewer people. It took us out of the forest at one point as we crossed an area that was once occupied by the local river. This had ensured different types of tree had grown - the so called colonisers. The aspens and birches gave this area a very light and airy feel in contrast to the pine and fir trees elsewhere.
Hoh River
As we reached the river we could see that it was relatively empty and we took the opportunity to have a bit of a paddle which was a welcome relief in the hot temperatures. Feeling suitably refreshed we headed back around the loop to the car park. By this point we had cricks in our necks from looking up at the huge trees so much. It certainly was an awe-inspiring place, perhaps lacking the atmosphere I was expecting but nonetheless an amazing visit not even ruined by the numbers of people present.
Heron
So far on our road trip my daughter had bored us to death with talk of Forks as it is the scene of the series of books she has been reading (Twilight). She was thrilled to bits to be able to visit in person and even better that we were able to have lunch there! It was a bit of a cheat as we had a Subway sandwich but nevertheless she can now brag about it to her friends. We also indulged her with shots at some of the other sights in the books as we headed on to the beach at La Push.
La Push Beach
Maybe it was my impatience but we decided to head to the first beach we came to, which entailed a lengthy walk through the forest before we got there. It was a beautiful walk and the beach was definitely worth the effort to get there. What I didn't realise though was that it wasn't connected to any of the other beaches and so when we got there that was definitely it.
Stack
One of the first encounters that we had was with a dead seal. We gave it a wide berth as it was decidedly stinky! Once safely past we headed for some shade - the only problem was that the only shade available was at the very far end of the beach. Undaunted we took our shoes off and headed down the shoreline staying just out of reach of the waves just in case they dragged us in.
Ruby Beach
Finally we got to sit on a log just out of the reach of the hot sun. The girls spent quite a long time playing on the beach, building some kind of structure (not sure it could be described as a castle). We just enjoyed the view and the ambiance of our surroundings for half an hour or so. Eventually and somewhat reluctantly we felt we had to go, mostly because we had to make ourselves some dinner before it got dark.
Sun Flash

We packed up our tent early on day 3 of our mini trip and headed off for pastures new. We had decided to try for some more beach time along the way if we could get going quickly enough. As we packed up we already had people eyeing up our camping space even though it was pretty early in the morning. We had a woman stake her claim before we had even pull away from the spot.
Atmospheric
Our destination was Kelso, quite a long way from our campsite and on a choice of routes; either back the way we came and down through Olympia or around the coastal route. Fortunately we managed to get going early enough that the coastal route was a possibility and we made our way back through Forks and on to Ruby Beach, some distance beyond the Hoh Rain Forest. We were not disappointed with our choice - Ruby Beach car park was already full of cars despite the early hour. Once down the path from the cliff top we could see why it was so popular - the sea stacks on the beach had the early morning sea fret swirling about them providing quite an atmosphere.
Ruby Beach Island
We wandered about on the beach for approximately an hour taking in the sights and sounds of the seashore and enjoying the views along the sandy beach and the sea birds flying about. We clambered over the washed up logs to get back up to the car and moved on to the next destination.



Quinault Ranger Station
We made pretty decent progress on our journey, with nice quiet roads before us and good speed on what was fast becoming a very hot day. We decided to take a little side tour into the Quinault Rain Forest. This is a bit more off the beaten track than Hoh and not so celebrated but it gave us the opportunity to wander about in a nice shady forest once again.
Quinault Rain Forest
We started on the Maple Glade Loop trail, through some of the most mossy covered of all the trees in the area. This loop wasn't very long and as we approached the Kestner Homestead trail we all felt ready for a bit more of a hike and so we continued through the trees and on boardwalks through what should have been a swamp but was anything but during this heatwave. When we got to the Homestead itself it certainly warranted a look around but the temperatures were so hot outside the trees that it was impossible to stay long in the sun.
Kestner Homestead
On our way back the path had a different character as we passed by a dry river and then through an area of aspens. The light through this section was quite different for the aspens were starting to field autumn colours in the depth of August. Seemed rather odd when we were dripping with sweat on a day where the temperatures were already in the 90s.
Mossy
Once back at the car we headed off towards Aberdeen where we stopped off for an ice cream. By now the temperatures outside were topping 100 degrees Fahrenheit and more walks were seemingly out of the question. Never have I been so glad having air conditioning in the car!
Nursery Log
The Olympic Peninsula was fantastic and although I felt we rushed it a little we did get the opportunity to walk around at each of the places we went and get a feel for the natural environment, wildlife and flora. I just wish it hadn't been so hot! Maybe next time we can devote more time and have some cooler conditions.

Monday, 7 November 2016

Ketchikan

Welcome to Ketchikan
I would never have thought in a million years that my 300th post for this blog would come from a place thousands of miles away from Worthing.  Indeed this is from one of the furthest places away I have ever been, the small city of Ketchikan, billed as being the salmon capital of the World.  I was here because I was lucky enough to have come on a cruise from Washington and the first port of call in Alaska was this fishing port.  The cruise terminal is right in the heart of the city and is clearly a place geared up for cruise passengers.  Once away from the strip of shops designed to help cruise passengers part with their holiday money, Ketchikan is a rather agreeable little town and a fascinating one to wander around.  I was pleased to find a self guided walk that took us around the main highlights of the place.
Salmon Capital
We started our walk inevitably at the Visitor Centre, which has a very interesting looking bronze statue outside commemorating the first people and the first settlers to the area.  The most amazing thing about the settlement of this area is how recent it all was and how rapid the change must have been.  Across the road was the Welcome Arch.  The first arch was put in place as long ago as the 1920s when visitors started to arrive by steamship, but this version is the third and dates from the 1960s.
American Legion
We continued down Mission Street and soon got past the majority of the shops.  Many of the buildings along this street were quite old, built at the turn of the 20th Century and dominated by St John's Episcopal Church built in 1902.  Originally this was built on pilings at the water's edge but such is the change in the coastline that it is now some distance away (2-3 blocks).  This suggests that the waterfront has had a lot of infilling over the years in order to maximise the mount of usable space for the Downtown area.
Salmon Spawning
Before leaving Mission Street we walked through Whale Park.  Calling it a park is little of a misnomer for I would be surprised if it were the life size of a real whale.  I might call it a village green if it were in England.  The totem pole in the park was a sign of things to come and the clock next door was eye-catching too.  It is the oldest time-piece in the city although I'm not sure how old it actually is.
Park
At the end of Mission Street the most obvious thing to do would have been to cross the Ketchikan Creek and into the old historical centre of Ketchikan built around Creek Street.  However we were to save that for later.  We turned left instead and passed by the library and museum to take Bawden Street, the closest route to the Creek following upstream.  The route allows a view of the Grant Street trestle higher up on the hillside, showing how the terrain has been conquered by the settlers.  We also passed by a look out over the creek and could see the remains of some of the salmon that hadn't made it upstream to spawn.  The smell hit us too - not pleasant!
Totem Pole Museum
As we got to the bridge across the creek we could see some of the leaping salmon trying their luck.  Despite the relative short distance that they had to travel (the spawning grounds were only 1/2 mile or so from the sea), many of the fish were struggling to make it up the rapids and small waterfalls to get to where they needed to be.  The ones that didn't make it were in various stages of decay and it was surprising that there were no carrion eaters around to vacuum up the meat available.  We didn't hang around too long at the bridge as a crowd had formed courtesy of a tour bus that had just stopped.
Mortuary
We pushed on along Park Avenue to the next bridge and just beyond here it was possible to go down to the riverside itself on a small beach area.  This shallow stretch of river was being used by salmon to spawn and we were here right in the middle of spawning season.  Those brave and determined fish that had made it here were readying the riverbed for their eggs and the shallow water was a hive of activity.  In some cases the fish were in parts of the river that were barely deep enough to allow for proper swimming.  The number of salmon carcasses here was enormous as the fish die here as soon as they have completed the spawning process.
Eagle
With the pungent smell of rotting salmon up our noses (not actually as bad as it sounds) we continued along Park Avenue to the next bridge, which we crossed.  We caught up with a Duck Tour Bus here - it looked like a fun trip although I have heard some stories of these vehicles sinking.  We turned right on the other side of the bridge and continued along the other shore of the creek.  We passed by a hatchery and eagle centre (didn't look like there was much doing there) and entered a delightful park at the back.  The water feature through the park was quite fascinating with sections of path intertwined between man-made channels of the stream.  If you were feeling very energetic it is possible to continue along the street at the far end of the park and head up into the hills beyond for (I imagine - we didn't try it) magnificent views across the harbour and the islands offshore.  Sadly it was a bit misty and the cloud layer was quite low so we didn't think it was worth expending the energy.
Harbour
We crossed back over the creek for the last time and found the Totem Pole Centre.  We thought this was worth a visit so we paid the small entrance fee and went inside.  What we found was an interesting collection of totem poles from many different eras and a full history of how they came into being.  The museum took nearly an hour of our time and really should not be missed if you decide to do this hike.
Creek Street
Having digested all there was to know about totem poles and admired the artwork and its distinctive style we were ready to head off once again.  At the end of the street was an attractive looking church like building.  This was once St Elizabeth's Church, originally built for the Ketchikan Native people when segregation was the order of the day.  Now it has a rather unusual use - it serves as the city's mortuary.  As we passed the church we also saw another of Ketchikan's natives - a bald eagle sitting in the tree above us.  I did wonder whether the eagle population here had something to do with the lack of seagulls I saw?
Creek Street
The walk continued down the hill past the cultural centre for Ketchikan Indian Communities.  A number of peoples organised themselves into a community, including Tinglit, Haida and Tsimshian tribes.  It is fair to say that this community still has a big influence over the culture of the city if the totem poles and other art installations are anything to go by.  At the bottom of the hill we passed by the Sun Raven totem pole.  This is a replica of one that stood on nearby Tongass Island and was raised here in 2003.
Dolly's
We walked back down towards the main centre of Ketchikan but before we got there we took a left turn and headed along the breakwater of the present harbour.  Amazingly this area once housed a baseball field (until the 1920s) and in 1922 became the destination of the first plane to reach here from Seattle, some 900 miles away.  The harbour was created in the 1930s and is used mainly for small craft.  The huge cruise ship docked outside dominated the scene.  This was not our ship but the Crystal Serenity, built in 2003 and christened by none other than Dame Julie Andrews.  In front was the Noordam, a Holland America Line ship that tracked us for much of our cruise.

Nob Hill View
We walked to the end of the breakwater and turned back having satisfied ourselves that the view wasn't a lot different.  We found our way back initially to the main street and then entered the Creek Street historic centre of Ketchikan.  It wasn't always so clean though - it was the red light district in days gone by, with over 30 bawdy houses lining the creek here.  During Prohibition this also became the main area to get a drink, with supplies being sent up through trapdoors from boats that made it up the creek.

Cruise Ship
Nowadays Creek Street is a thriving street of trinket shops, although the fare is mostly higher quality than along the dock side.  Some of the buildings had interesting histories though - we passed by June's Cafe which reputedly had the best chili in town.  Not much is known about June, but the cafe was run by Vivian Inman for more than 50 years.  As a black woman she must have stood out in the community but she was well known as being a flamboyant character apparently, which probably helped no end.  We also passed the preacher's house, a well known prostitute den until a preacher moved in and tried to clean things up.  When he realised he was fighting a losing battle he changed his address even if he did not move house!  Dolly's House is the most famous though - she was the most famous madam in town.  The sign on the side of the building says "Dolly's House - where both men and salmon come upstream to spawn".  It offered tours but I think I got the basic idea about the place.

Tunnel
At the end of Creek Street we crossed the creek and retraced our route from earlier in the day past the city museum.  Sadly we didn't have time to go and look but I am sure there are some interesting tales of how the first settlers came to live here as well as a history of the native peoples.  Instead we continued down Dock Street and then Main Street.  As we did so we passed by the old fire station, founded in 1900.  Inside is an old 1927 pumper - the department obviously didn't want to part with it!

Eagle Park
Our route eventually took us up to the Nob Hill overlook where we got a good view of our own cruise ship, the harbour and the islands beyond.  It was very tempting to go higher in town to take a wider look but sadly there just wasn't time.  This walk did provide an excellent overview of the town though - there were some interesting buildings to look at along the way and the stories were surprisingly short time ago.  Our walk was almost over but we retraced our steps back down to the harbourside and our path came out at the mouth of the tunnel underneath Nob Hill.  This is said to be the only one in the world that can be driven through, around and over.  On the face of it that sounds rather pointless but it did help ease some traffic problems when completed in 1954.  That pretty much ended our walk - we then headed off for some much needed lunch!