We took what in the law we’d call a frolic and detour on our way to Ketchikan, this afternoon, as the ferry veered to the left of a large island to go through a narrow and beautiful strait. We passed a small village. I would say “remote” village but a location like this goes well beyond what we normally consider remote. Here’s a couple of scenes from the frolic. The first is the village lodgehouse, the other is the view north as we passed by.