I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

The ferries to Tenakee are few and far between, and there are no roads to drive there on, (and even when you get there, no cars, just a trail for bikes, 4-wheelers and walkers) which means a  float plane is the only way in or out most days, but since the weather was suddenly lovely in Juneau, and since I had a few days at the end of my Anchorage trip before I needed to be home, I decided to spend them with friends out in Tenakee Springs.

And we did have one glorious fall day:

Then it rained and snowed and no planes were flying and the wonderful Alaska Seaplanes folks juggled all the gear, freight, passengers and frayed nerves and said we’d try again tomorrow, not to worry…

And sure enough– we had a lovely morning to fly.

The window of the plane flying away looks like a painting doesn’t it?

It was too short a visit– I could have used a few more baths in the hot springs.

But maybe I’ll be back for a longer stay. What do you think?