“Under gray storm light, the sea at Port Frederick is a bladed thing. A band of saltwater the hue of polished steel. Edged at the horizon. It whets itself against a cold north gale. The wind scythes off the tops of whitecaps. The waves drive our bucking kayaks to Hoonah.” —Paul Salopek 📍 Alaska, US
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Floating Villages
A Native Alaskan community of 900 souls hosts half a million global visitors a year—one mega cruise ship at a time—on its remote island.
