Ketchikan to Metlakatla


We came across on the ferry

At leisure, and then we could tarry.

Some food we bought more

With a trip to the store

And we found some good prices on dairy.

Synopsis: I’m a Family Practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa. In 2010 I danced back from the brink of burnout, and honoring a 1 year non-compete clause, travelled and worked in out-of-the-way places in Alaska, Nebraska, Iowa, and New Zealand. After three years working with a Community Health Center, I am back having adventures in temporary positions until they have an Electronic Medical Record (EMR) system I can get along with. I spent last winter in Nome, Alaska, followed by assignments in rural Iowa. The summer and fall included a medical conference in Denver, working Urgent Care in suburban Pennsylvania, and Thanksgiving in Virginia. So far this year I worked assignments in western Nebraska and southwestern Alaska; I just arrived in southeast Alaska.  Any specific patient information has been included with permission.

We took the ferry from Ketchikan to Annette Island, the only Indian Reservation in Alaska. In 1887 an Anglican missionary, motivated by doctrinal differences, led a thousand Canadian Tsimtshians on a search for a new home.  They found this island, moved legally, and in 1906 petitioned for, and received, reservation status from Congress.

Fortunate enough to have no mineral wealth that economic interests wanted to steal, they maintained their reservation more or less inviolate until WWII, when they got an air base, and a promise to build a road to the other side of the island so as to link up with the Alaska Marine Highway system. The road took eleven years to build and finished 8 years ago.

We learned these things from the Security guard who drove the 15 miles from the clinic to pick us up, and also took us on a tour of the town.

Falling timber prices shut down the logging and sawmill operations.  The salmon cannery, the casino, the school, and the clinic provide the most jobs.

We passed the gas station, the schools, the churches, but no bars or liquor stores.

Perhaps because of fewer freeze-thaw cycles, perhaps because of better maintenance, the roads lack the crater-grade potholes we find back home in the spring.

The guard helped us drag the luggage up the stairs to the apartment. We unpacked briefly.  We ate the snack that Bethany had the foresight to bring, then we walked to the grocery store.

We hadn’t expected a well-maintained, well-stocked, brightly-lit facility.  The prices, a big higher than Ketchikan’s, didn’t look so bad compared to what we’ve paid for the last two months.

Then we settled in. We tried the TV and found no service, and we had no idea whom to call about the Internet password.  We played Scrabble, ate some salmon we’d brought, and found ourselves exhausted when the sun went down.

In the same time zone, but we definitely faced jet lag.

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