Sometimes, Knudson Cove Marina reminds me of that old sitcom Cheers, except it’s not a bar, and there are way more fish. The marina is a friendly, familiar, family place. It’s a place people gravitate. If you live on the north end, eventually you will be at the Cove, for one reason or another. It’s a place to go where people congregate, say hi, chat, and do all kinds of fishing!
Places like these are magical. Every town has one, if not multiples of them. The north end of Ketchikan has Knudson Cove Marina. I had been thinking about all of the families and generations that have walked the docks for some time. I wasn't sure how to explain the allure here. The explanation has never been given to me per se; it has been shown to me daily as I watch from behind the counter.
One experience I watched was heartwarming. A small girl, who frequents the marina with her family, ran up the gangway. She was so excited after fishing all day. She had her life vest on and was the first of her family up the ramp. She turned around to see her mom and dad but they were nowhere near, and, perhaps, out of sight for a moment. She burst into tears terrified, crying loudly. She realized she was alone in those few seconds and didn't know what else to do.
Two dads standing at the top of the ramp watched this unfold. One of them asked her what was wrong. She couldn't answer. She walked to the top of the ramp where the men tried to console her, not wanting too much to do with them. Her parents were now in sight and about to join her. Though she didn't know it, she had two guardians watching out for her.
This scenario is a typical day at the marina, everyone watches out for everyone. It is home for so many people, visitors staying a short while, and locals who grew up here, alike. It's an easy place to become attached. The marina is a place full of life. Every day I see the same people, the same smiles. We are lucky to be a part of this dynamic place!