Hydaburg, a small native village  was a worthy visit, though mostly abandoned.  We walked the road that led to the well-known totem collection and saw no one but a few ravens.

Eventually  one curious man came out on his front porch to get the scoop; who we are, why are we here, where are we going. Soon after we met one other then a pair of women just arriving from a day of coho fishing.

The only other encounter was a whale that slept next to the boat, breathing, floating, resting all through the nightly rain.

Local fisherwoman, early morning catch in her pj's!