
Alaska! With a bit less excitement than the stampede of the late 1890s, I made it to Skagway Alaska, a dream come true for me, my 50th state and my 49th in my electric car. Just a couple more posts will cover my trip to Alaska this May. First, Klondike Gold Rush NHP is the main part of the park with a million annual visitors, most arriving by cruise ship. The section in Seattle is smaller but still a great place to learn about the gold rush.
Historically, the whole thing was a big misunderstanding. A native named Keish was on a fishing tip with his brother-in-law, his sister and his nephew. His brother-in-law was a prospector who got a tip from another prospector and convinced the others to look for gold on a tributary of the Yukon River. Luckily they found some gold mid August 1896, and the news spread like wildfire. Gold mining claims were filed by mostly Canadian prospectors almost immediately, and by January, Dawson City was set along the Yukon River as a base for fortune seekers.
To be clear, the gold was found over four hundred miles north of Skagway. Think Nashville to Chicago, but with bears, glaciers, mountains and no roads. And within a short time, no more mining claims were available. But the US had just suffered the Panic of 1893, the worst economic depression in history (until the Great Depression) with unemployment reaching 25% and massive continuing poverty. So, a legendary myth was born out of thin air by self-enriching writers who never left their cities, and tens of thousands of people traveled from around the world for the next two years with Gold Fever.
Outfitters, especially in Seattle, sold specialized gear, including dried food, sleeping bags and tinned meat. Steamships took thousands up the coast to the deep harbor at Skagway and a few around to the Bering Sea and the mouth of the Yukon River. The idea was to sail up a long bay, walk up the Taiya River valley, climb the incredibly steep ‘golden stairs’ carved in ice, follow an arctic watershed slowly descending on the other side, build a boat and take it down the Yukon River past the Whitehorse Rapids to Dawson. By the time the Americans got there, the gold fields were taken, they were without prospects and most were broke. Many turned around, and many died on the journey. On Palm Sunday 1898, avalanches killed about 100 on the trail, and prompted folks to switch to the White Pass route, which I drove alongside on a stunning clear day.
The historic site is filled with memorabilia, many fascinating buildings and stunning stories of conmen, gunfights, prostitution, riches and saloon society. While not part of the park service, the Red Onion has an enlightening tour about the ladies who serviced men for 15 minutes at a time in small rooms upstairs. The best known story in town is about Soapie Smith a colorful conman involved in a gunfight. A Scottish clerk named Robert Service arrived years after the rush ended, but absorbed the stories and converted them into poetry, writing “The Cremation of Sam McGee” among others that I first heard in grade school. Warren Harding was inducted into the Arctic Brotherhood when he visited Skagway briefly as President, and I believe they named a glacier in his honor.
If the cruise ship companies spent years designing the perfect port of call, they still couldn’t have imagined one like this. Surrounded by beautiful snow capped mountains with wildlife, four giant ships at a time, thousands of tourists, plus a tourist train to & from Whitehorse Canada, plus the occasional crazy drivers like me, all waltz into town at once, packing the streets, renting bikes, shopping, eating, hiking (more about that on Wednesday) and visiting historic sites, including bars & brothels. Skagway means windy in the native tongue, so when the wind whips down the long main street, step into one of the fascinating alleys or shops. Great fun!







