Petersburg & Wrangell Narrows
Red and green buoy totems reflected in the glassy waters as we sailed into Petersburg Harbor. A Norwegian named Peter Buschmann founded Petersburg in 1897, and on every corner there is still some reminder of its Scandinavian past. Traditional rosemaling (fancy floral designs painted in bright colors) can be seen on homes and businesses throughout town. Those of us who ventured in to walk were treated to local artisan shops and gift stores. If one wanted to, you could visit not one but five hardware stores (you never know when one might need a lemon scented drain stopper).
Across the channel from town some folks explored the woods of Kupreanof Island. The trail climbed through a forest of verdant green. Wet mosses, slug trails and small gatherings of skunk cabbage and devil’s club lined the boardwalk. The forest then opened up to a beautiful bog. Weighted cedars bows and pines dripping with luminous lichens towered over a system of mighty miniatures. A patchwork of pools and plants lay at our feet. Carnivorous round leaf sundews were busy at work digesting their morning’s catch, while hundreds of spiders set their traps amongst the minute forest of juniper and shore pine.
Red and green buoy totems reflected in the glassy waters as we sailed into Petersburg Harbor. A Norwegian named Peter Buschmann founded Petersburg in 1897, and on every corner there is still some reminder of its Scandinavian past. Traditional rosemaling (fancy floral designs painted in bright colors) can be seen on homes and businesses throughout town. Those of us who ventured in to walk were treated to local artisan shops and gift stores. If one wanted to, you could visit not one but five hardware stores (you never know when one might need a lemon scented drain stopper).
Across the channel from town some folks explored the woods of Kupreanof Island. The trail climbed through a forest of verdant green. Wet mosses, slug trails and small gatherings of skunk cabbage and devil’s club lined the boardwalk. The forest then opened up to a beautiful bog. Weighted cedars bows and pines dripping with luminous lichens towered over a system of mighty miniatures. A patchwork of pools and plants lay at our feet. Carnivorous round leaf sundews were busy at work digesting their morning’s catch, while hundreds of spiders set their traps amongst the minute forest of juniper and shore pine.
