Hole in the Wall Bar

The bartender Heather leaned over the soggy wooden counter and nodded her head to the right toward the grizzly man with the fu manchu, “Watch out for that guy, he’s a wolf trapper but fancies himself a lady trapper.” Heading her warning all I could really hear about my new friend Falcon McCallister was the wolf trapper part. Wolves! Growing up in the more tame midwest, our Kindergarten graduation question of ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’ was answered by veterinarian, teacher, fire fighter, repeat. Before Friday night I had never met a wolf trapper but the lifestyle is standard for Alaska, especially Ketchikan.

Every town has its own hole in the wall bar, Ketchikan got creative enough to name its just that–Hole in the Wall. The locals that might as well pay rent are exactly what I had in mind when I decided to move to the salmon capital of the world. Their faces tell more about the tough, rainy, carhart, xtra tuff rainboot, fisherman life than I can:

Falcon McCallister dances with wolves too

Butch

Part of the band

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3 responses to “Hole in the Wall Bar

  1. I really really want to go to Alaska.
    love KK

  2. ps cool blog

  3. Love that you are doing this blog and look forward to following it!

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