The girls here have windswept hair and pink rosy cheeks. They wear neutral colors and carry backpacks instead of purses. The men wear plaid shirts and xtratuff boots. And nearly everyone here rides a bike.
The town is littered with bikes which no one bothers to lock up, since there is only one road out and leading up to Canada. We are only 15 miles from the boarder.
Because supplies are so limited, the people here are very resourceful. There are yards with fire pits surrounded by cars benches, worn out bikes seats covered in duct tape, and a “Skagway swap” face book group.
It feels as if I have stumbled upon some new world… some alternate reality I thought only existed in films.
I am slowly taking it all in… It is beautiful.
Every day I ride my bike a mile and a half down to the pier for work.
I am working for a tour company on ferry boat. It is a small privately owned company and I am one of only 12 employees. We have 3 boats; the largest, carrying up to 170 passenger at a time. My duties range from operating lines, to guiding our tour, to engineering.
On my favorite days, I operate the bow lines; I get my own personal Titanic moment every time we come in to, or leave the harbor.
On our tours we pass mountains, waterfalls, forests and glaciers. The views here never get old.