Since the friends that visit during the summer are not paying clients, I can afford certain liberties as I shuttle them around the island under the guise of providing an “authentic” experience. When Danny and Eric were greeted to 55-degree weather and fits of sideways rain, I said it was good they got to see the real Alaska. When the ferry from Ketchikan to Prince of Wales Island dipped so sharply plates slid off tables and spray hit the windows, again, real Alaska.