Ketchikan to Meyers Chuck

We slipped lines in Ketchikan under steady rain—no surprise there—and caught a favorable current northbound toward Meyers Chuck. After years away, we were eager to return to this charming hamlet, known for its friendly dock, meandering trail to the beach, and of course, Cassie’s legendary cinnamon buns.

cruiseship fills ward cove as we leave ketchikan

Clarence Strait gave us a roly-poly ride with following seas and wind on our stern. OceanFlyer rolled from side to side in that slow, rhythmic sway that makes lunch prep a two-handed affair.

We’d been checking Marine Traffic for dock space, and until this morning, it looked packed. But with a slight weather break, many boats had cleared out by the time we arrived. Only two locals remained, so we slipped onto the outer float with a front-row seat to the Strait and room for others to join.

lots of room for oceanflyer at meyer’s chuck

Despite the lingering drizzle, we headed ashore for a walk to “The Beach.” The trail begins just past the homes and leads to a small, rocky beach best visited at low tide—naturally, we arrived near high. Still, it was a welcome leg-stretch, and Karen returned with a few treasures tucked under her arm.

going to “the Beach”

The path to the beach takes you past homes and through the forrest

the beach at low tide looking out to clarence strait

driftwood detail

the gallery which was a favorite for local artisans’ creations is now closed

never seen a stern thruster on a outboard before

Back at the dock, two more cruisers pulled in—just enough to help us meet Cassie’s minimum bun order. Cinnamon bun mission: accomplished.

As night fell, the dock was still quiet, a rare treat. We fell asleep with the scent of rain in the air and the promise of warm cinnamon buns in the morning.