We’ve taken a lot of trips over the years, trips Bob thought through and planned — which routes, places to stay, things to do. “The Alaska Trip” has been my turn… and what planning! While Bob focused on vehicle maintenance and a scadillion other things, including swapping out the very expensive but uncomfortable leather sleeper-sofa in the Winnebago for two chairs we hadn’t been using in our fifth wheel….(He kept the seatbelts so we could use them to hold the chairs and stools in place… clever, eh?!?):
Meanwhile, I poured over everything I could find about RVing to Alaska. Blogs, articles, books… and when I got a hold of the 2013 Milepost, I read it, highlighted it, indexed it. Well, you get the picture:
I knew even then we wouldn’t have time nor opportunity to visit every place I highlighted, or see everything I put a star next to. That’s okay. I decided at the outset it would all be an exploration, a day-by-day toss-up. Maybe we’d stop here, maybe we’d drive on to there instead.
One place we did stop was ‘Ksan Historical Village and Museum in the area of “the Hazeltons” (comprised of New Hazelton, Old Hazelton and South Hazelton) in British Columbia.
A bit of blue teased us through the clouds as we explored the longhouses, built much as they would have been by the Gitxsan people many years ago.
We took the guided tour, which is the only way to see the insides of the longhouses — and no photos were permitted there, so you won’t get to see what we saw 🙂 It was fascinating to hear the stories of the Gitxsan and get a glimpse of their lives.
Each longhouse told us another story…
…and each totem added to it:
And for those of you wondering about the descriptions of the scary, one-laned bridge that crosses the Bulkley River on the way to the village (as I did)… no worries!
This is a much better bridge than has been here… According to a placard nearby, before non-Indians arrived, “Poles, lashed with cedar ‘rope’ were supporting timbers for this noted ‘marvel of primitive engineering’. Later, reinforced with wire by the crews of the telegraph line, it served for half a century.”
Here’s the Hagwilget Canyon, which the bridge spans:
The bridge is sixteen feet wide, spans 460 feet, and is 262 feet above the river.
A marvel, indeed.