Last Tuesday, I was relaxing at home. I had just popped in a yoga dvd and was about to go into downward facing dog, when suddenly the phone rang. It was work. They wanted to know if I could be at the airport in an hour and the only info they could provide was that I was going somewhere with the airport code KTN. It was google that told me I was going to Ketchikan, Alaska. Out went the dvd as I quickly tossed a couple of sweaters into my bag.
By early evening, I was on the ferry that connects the Ketchikan airport to the mainland. It was dark so I could not fully appreciate the vista before me, but having been here once before, over a decade ago, I knew it was going to be good.