The Port of Skagway is currently the number three cruise port in the State of
Alaska by number of cruise ship passengers, behind Juneau and Ketchikan. There
were several other ships at the dock by the time we arrived, including the
mammoth Celebrity ship Summit. (We were jealous: they had hot chocolate and
orange juice for their passengers at their gangway!)
When you arrive at the port, you see on the cliff face adjacent to the pier many
painted rocks with the ‘graffiti’ of various ships’ names and logos complete
with dates. In essence, it’s a painted rock “guestbook”. RCL’s logo was
predominately displayed along with Celebrity’s, Commodore’s, Carnival’s, etc.
We had signed up for two tours at this port. A note about the tours: we were
given the opportunity to sign up ahead of time on the Internet. It was a
daunting task because there were so MANY choices in the four ports. But I urge
you to do so. Those who waited to sign up on the ship were met with two things:
(1) ENORMOUS long lines at the Shore Excursions desk, and (2) sold-out popular
tours. Regarding the sold-out part, the operators seemed to be able to add tours
to accommodate people, but there were still long lines to contend with at the
Shore Excursions desk.
I did my homework about the tours via the Internet and guidebooks, plus asked
some friends who had taken Alaskan cruises. All in all, we were happy with our
choices. Yes, you can probably get the same or similar tours cheaper at the
Ports, but it’s a hassle to coordinate timing and you don’t get the guarantee
from the ship that they won’t leave without you. Usually it’s not an issue but
there was one tour that did not get back until shortly before the ship sailed; I
would hate to have to worry about being left behind!
Our first tour in Skagway was “Ghosts & Goodtime Girls: Historical Walking Tour”
($39 for two hours). The gimmick of this tour is the tour guide: a young woman
decked out in black and red Victorian-era “hooker” garb. Her purse was in the
form of a black leather corset. Our guide was very entertaining and engaging,
teaching us on the brief bus ride to town how hookers and pimps arrive at their
stage names: combine the name of your childhood pet and the street you grew up
on. Mine was Aristotle Stoakes. Good name for a pimp! A couple other names were
Fluffy Harrison and Snowball Thunderbird.
Our guide took us on a walking trip throughout town, explaining it from the
point of view of a young woman who made her living “entertaining” men in this
tough-scrabble town. We learned about the origin of the words “hooker” and “red
light district”. The tour ended at the Red Onion Hotel, the site of the town’s
brothel, which is preserved upstairs as a museum. We were served a drink (we had
diet coke) and given a short guided tour of the brothel.
Was the cost worth it? Yes and no. We learned that the U.S. Park Service gives a
historical walking tour for free, and that the U.S. Park Service trained our
guide! However, the Goodtime Girls give a fun twist to the talk, and our guide
was very pretty and my husband enjoyed flirting with her. The “Ghost” part was a
bit lacking; all we heard about ghosts was that a small cabin on the tour route
was supposedly haunted.
A word of advice for Skagway: bring (and wear!) insect repellant. We foolishly
left ours behind in the cabin, and those critters buzzed around us as the
weather warmed up. I didn’t get bitten, but I slapped at many of them landing on
my skin.
The tour ended at 11:30 a.m. We walked through the tiny town (just a couple of
blocks) and stopped at the Alaska T-shirt Company, which was really crowded and
featured the surliest salespeople in Alaska. (The young male clerk grabbed my
money and tossed my bag at me with nary a word.) We had about an hour and half
before our second tour, “White Pass Scenic Railway”, so we hiked back to the
ship for a quick bite to eat in the Windjammer and to dump our jackets and
excess baggage.
Then it was time for the railroad trip ($98 for 3 ½ hours). This was TERRIFIC
and I cannot recommend it highly enough. Known as the “scenic railway of the
world”, the railroad was built in 1898 during the Klondike Gold Rush. The narrow
gauge railroad follows a 20-mile path that the stampeders took on foot and mule
in order to hunt for gold. Instead of sitting in comfortable plush vintage
railroad cars like us, they had to lug 1,000 pounds of supplies, making many
trips which took many weeks. (At 40 pounds per trip, that meant SIXTY round
trips back and forth over the rugged, uneven, mountainous terrain in arctic
conditions, not the balmy summer weather we enjoyed.) How they did this is
beyond me. We saw the remains of White Pass Trail. Dead Horse Gulch is aptly
named – that’s where the unfortunate pack animals, exhausted, overworked and
overloaded, collapsed and tumbled to their deaths down the steep mountain.
The scenery was breathtaking, despite somewhat cloudy conditions. I stood on the
platform quite a bit to take photographs. The trip was somewhat marred by a
noisy, boisterous trio of “20-something” males in our car and a crying baby at
the end, but even with those irritants it remains a highlight of our trip.