Hello, Dolly!

It rained cats and dogs all day.  One cruise ship was unable to dock because of the wind--a bad day for the Ketchikan economy.  As for us--our last day in Alaska (NO!  We don't want to go home!)--there was shopping to be done.  An area called Creek Street beckoned us.

It had been the red light district of Ketchikan from 1903 to 1953, when the city outlawed prostitution.  More than thirty bawdy houses lined the street--one run by the most famous of the madames, Dolly Arthur.  Today her house is a museum, preserved just as she left it.  Did we pay $10 to see it?  Heck, yes!

We have become intrigued by totem poles.  Ketchikan has more than anywhere else in Alaska.  We spent some time at Saxman Native Village, home to 28 Tlingit poles.

This tunnel caught our attention.  It is said to be the only one in the world that can be driven through, around, and over (a street with houses on it). 

Story continues tomorrow from Canada.