I paddled through Meyers Chuck yesterday, a town of about 50 people. Picturesque, but I didn't encounter anyone living there. About the only public space in town is the post office, which opens only once a week when the mail plane comes.
Paddling south from Meyers Chuck, though, I encountered Dan and Karen living on an old homestead. They motioned me ashore and offered me tea. Then Karen made a batch of cookies and we snacked away. By the time they insisted I take a bag of cookies with me, I think they only got a couple cookies each....
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