Seeing Alaska’s Aleutians

There are few places in the US quite as remote or just plain out there as the Aleutian Islands. On the map, it looks
like someone (perhaps North America) grabbed Alaska by the waist, perhaps for a quick dance, pulling it from the grasp
of Asia, and a string of islands got left behind, trailing in the ocean like a broken spine.

The winds in the Aleutians are said to be fierce and unrelenting. Seems they are. Here in this fine
piece in the Globe and Mail
writer Guy Nicholson heads to the distant Aleutians riding aboard a cargo vessel known
as “Trusty Tusty”. The ship hauls passengers and cargo a few times a year out to the Alaska Peninsula where they visit
villages, canneries, and commercial ports, and see all sorts of wildlife.

The folks along for the ride are not your typical tourists. There is Dieter, a Swiss kayaker who wants to explore the
islands’ historical fur-trade routes. A former state ferry captain who grew up in a Russian-speaking village on the
Kenai. And bird-watcher Jane, a something-genarian who is also an avid bird watcher.

Anyway, it’s a good piece that delivers a strong sense of what traveling these islands is like. It’s ain’t exactly
easy, but then again, what good travel is?