Dec 10, 2010 | Health and Wellness, Honoring Others, Tlingit Culture Accentuated |
The "Ghost Face" Chilkat bag has been re-donated for another fundraiser for Robert Lampe
It’s true; Connie Hamann, the winner of the Chilkat “Ghost/Spirit Face” bag, has re-donated the Chilkat bag for another fundraiser effort for Robert Lampe as he undergoes chemotherapy treatments. She felt it was more important to help support the cause than to wear this handbag. Wow, thank you Connie! So this is how we are going to handle this fundraiser: the 10th person who contributes $100 wins the bag!
For those of you who missed out on the last fundraiser, here is your chance…!
To make a contribution, please notify me of your intent first via email at: clarissa@www.clarissarizal.com This helps me keep track of the chronological order of contributions. THEN, mail a check directly to: Robert Lampe, P.O. Box 413, Hoonah, Alaska 99829
Or you may pay via Paypal. To do this, go to the 1st fundraiser announcement blog entry on this site. Click the “Health and Wellness” category to the right – when that page opens up, scroll down and select the blog entry titled “Tlingit Art Opportunity Fundraiser…” Once that page opens up, scroll down the page to the “Donate” button and click through. When you donate via Paypal, I automatically receive an email of your payment.
Remember, the odds are 1 in 10 that you may win that bag! Good luck and thank you once again for your support!
Dec 9, 2010 | Honoring Others, Tlingit Culture Accentuated |
Compelling Tlingit lecturer David Katzeek
I dropped all my other deadlines this past Monday and ran into town just to see David Katzeek speak; who wouldn’t? 30 years ago, David was the Executive Director of the Sealaska Heritage Foundation. I used to work as their Scholarship Coordinator. He was the first to tell me how my clan, the T’akDeinTaan were known for their singers and clan songs. (I think he knew I could kind of hold a tune in a bucket.) he always had words of encouragement for everyone. Back then he was just finding this big voice deep within. Over the years I have had the opportunity to hear this compelling speaker; he is an invaluable treasure.
Standing room only at the Sealaska Corporation's board room "brown bag" series of lectures during Native American Heritage month
David spoke about providing the basics of learning how to learn and the importance of positive reinforcement conveying to each human being that they are a “precious” being. Sealaska Heritage Institute has been sponsoring these Monday brown-bag lectures. If you missed David’s lecture, grab a cup of tea or coffee, light a fire or candle and be inspired while you watch Sealaska Heritage Institute’s video at: http://www.vimeo.com/17573934
Familiar locals in the audience: photographer Brian Wallace, curriculum developer Linda Belarde, lawyer Kathy Ruddy and I suspect a Juneau Empire reporter because he acted like one!
The Juneau Empire’s Tuesday edition also has a review of David’s lecture at: http://juneauempire.com/stories/120710/loc_746903841.shtml
Dec 8, 2010 | Honoring Others |
Aloizy Kuchta
…and with a name like “Kootka”, it sounded like an Indian name and I figured he was part Tlingit! Instead I found out from reading the Juneau Empire’s obituary his name is Aloizy Kuchta and he’s originally from Poland. (Huh, oh? That explains his Eastern European accent; gawd, what do I know?)
Al and I hadn’t seen one another in years, however we ran into each other during Celebration weekend back in June in front of Goldbelt’s hotel. We hugged, shook hands, laughed and wondered where the other was all this time! I even took a photo of us on my little digital camera (and I looked all over for that photo in my iPhoto files and could not find it – I am sad I do not have that photo).
After reading his obituary, I realized this man has known me all my life! No wonder (like many of us) he was always so kind. He watched me grow up: holding my parents’ hands, walking to school, running around in the woods, on the docks, on my bike, building bonfires out Thane Road, rowing “borrowed” skiffs, holding hands with a boyfriend, then being married, raising children, doing my landscaping business, etc. etc. Just think about all the people he watched grow up in this town.
My father and Al were friends; they had similar interests in fishing and hunting. Al was like a distant uncle not so distant. He always wore twinkling eyes, even when I last saw him back in June. Although he was obviously (finally) getting old, I could still feel in him the robust strength and love of life.. He walked just a little slower, he nodded his head a bit gentler, yet he still had that uplifting hug!
Al was one of Juneau’s old-timers. We “big city” kids grew up with familiar downtown Juneau faces – so many of them are gone now. With the familiarity of these folks, there was a sense of security. Many old timers watched out for us. When I see old people still walking around, even as slow as they might be, they are a treasure; it’s like having beautiful flowers on the table and quoting my friend Brien: “…reminding us how short life is…”
As our parents’ generation is moving on, the “Baby-boomer” generation is moving into the position of being “old-timers.”
There will be a service at the Catholic Church this Saturday, December 11th at 9:30am. You may read more about Al Kuchta in the Juneau Empire at: http://www.juneauempire.com/stories/120510/obi_746080692.shtml
Nov 30, 2010 | Health and Wellness, Honoring Others, Tlingit Culture Accentuated |
Juneauite Connie Hamann won 1st Place: the Chilkat "Ghost Face" leather bag
Thank you to all who donated towards the cancer fundraiser for my brother, Robert Lampe! The winners are as follows:
1st Place: Connie Hamann, Juneau — 2nd Place: Eileen McDargh, Dana Pt., CA — 3rd Place: Atricia Makaily, Juneau — 4th Place: Jan Parrish, Juneau
The drawing was held at 4pm, Sunday, November 28th at Clarissa Rizal’s Public Market booth at Centennial Hall in Juneau. 10 minutes before the drawing, silversmith and friend, Ria (Swanson) Larson donated a pair of her silver “Forget-me-not” earrings; thank you Ria! You may visit Ria’s website at www.riaswanson.com
2nd Place winner, Eileen McDargh lives in Dana Point, California – I am sorry I cannot provide a photo of her being thrilled at accepting her gift. However, you may enjoy the smiling faces of Atricia and Jan.
Juneauite Trisha Makaily won 3rd Place of "Gray Wolves" Limited Edition Giclee reproduction
Juneauite Jan Parrish won a pair of "Forget-Me-Not" silver earrings donated and made by Ria (Swanson) Larson
We raised a total of $1375.00. Robert (Bunny) and his wife, Sarah arrived from Anchorage yesterday from his first round of chemotherapy. Perfect timing – just 15 minutes after Clarissa walked in the door from closing at the Public Market, Bunny and Sarah arrived. They were quite surprised, honored and humbled to receive this kind of support from (most of the) folks they don’t even know.
As many of us know, there are all kinds of “hidden” expenses for families undergoing cancer treatments (i.e. travel, food, household bills, etc.). Any funds a family receives is always a blessing. Again, thank you very much to all of you who contributed towards this fundraiser. In our Tlingit language: Gunalcheesh!
Nov 28, 2010 | Health and Wellness, Honoring Others, To Market To Market |
Juneauites cheer the sampling of Devil's Club Chai tea created by Ryder Radcliffe, son of Jan Parrish, accupuncturist and owner of Alaskana Botannicals
Handmade wreaths, healing salves, Devil’s Club Chai and walking sticks, applie and rhubarb/strawberry pie, and essential oil spray mists are (all hand-crafted) items you will discover at Alaskana Botannical’s booth C-3 at the Alaska-Juneau Public Market held this weekend at the Centennial Hall in Juneau. Visiting with Jan Parrish and her son, Ryder Radcliffe is an educational experience. I’ve learned many healthier ways of living as I’ve heard them speak with customers because my booth is right next door to theirs. We did not put up a dividing wall between us, and I’m glad we didn’t; it’s great to have “real neighbors!” Visit Alaskan Botannical’s website at: www.alaskanabotannicals.com
Jan Parrish and Ryder Radcliffe at their Alaska-Juneau Public Market Booth #C-3
We’ve got one more day of the Public Market – tomorrow from 10am until 5pm – musician friend Lis Saya is talking about bringing her fiddle to accompany the possibility of a Native drummer at Jack Tripp, Jr.’s Mt. Juneau Trading Post featuring traditional Native arts which is “across the street” from Clarissa Rizal’s contemporary Native paintings and Alaskana Botannicals…maybe there will even be a “street” dance! – Come join us for our last day at the Market!
Devil's Club walking and stirring sticks available for sale at Alaskana Botannical's booth C-3
Alaskan wild-harvested healing salves include Devil's Club, Comfrey and Spruce sap
jams and jellies include wild-harvested Alaskan berries
Ryder's special unique blend of Devil's Club Chai tea
Two "Medicine Women" customer Susan Clark and Jan Parrish, owner of Alaskana Botannicals
Family support for Alaskana Botanicals!
Spray mists include Jan's unique blends, artfully named "Glacier Mist", "Raven Woman" and Clarissa's favorite "Eagle's Feather"
What's a market without Alaskan rhubarb and strawberry pies!?
Nov 25, 2010 | Honoring Others, Tlingit Culture Accentuated |
Cecilia Kunz's family members dance in remembrance of her during the opening ceremonies of Mary Ellen Frank's doll presentation at the Juneau City Museum
On Saturday morning, November 20th, my mother and I went to the Juneau City Museum to see Mary Ellen Frank’s public presentation of her Tlingit elder “Cecilia Kunz” doll. The doll was purchased for the City Museum’s permanent collection from a Rasmuson grant. We entered a packed house witnessing a group of dancers from Cecilia’s family members. The following photographs are a few shots taken during the presentation – these dolls are incredible!
Micalyne Kunz watches a video clip of her grandma Cecilia Kunz
Kim Metcalfe introduces the interview of Cecilia Kunz she had videotaped with her brother Mac Metcalfe
Doll maker Mary Ellen Frank presents the "Cecilia Kunz" doll in the same regalia Micalyne models, just in miniature form!
Ed Kunz, Jr., holds the doll of his mother Cecilia Kunz
Friend Frank Coronell checks out the Cecilia Kunz doll
Micalyne Kunz wears her Grandmother Cecilia Kunz's tunic - the doll's tunic is a replication of the tunic Cecilia beaded for herself many years ago
Mary Ellen Frank surprises the family with a gift of the "Ed Kunz" doll!
Ed Kunz, Jr. meets "Ed Kunz, Jr."
Micalyne Kunz and Ed Kunz, Jr. stand besides the mother and son dolls handmade by doll maker Mary Ellen Frank
"Cecilia Kunz" and "Ed Kunz, Jr."
Backside of life-size and miniature regalia
A close-up of the backside of "Cecilia Kunz's" tunic - check out the miniature beads!
A close-up front view of the "Cecilia Kunz" doll's tunic
Nov 16, 2010 | For Crying Out Loud, Honoring Others, Relationship Overdrive, Tlingit Culture Accentuated |
My Mamma's Mother: Mary Wilson Sarabia, T'akDeinTaan (black-legged Kittywake) Clan from Hoonah, Alaska (circa 1920's)
In 1988, while living in Santa Fe, I attended the Institute of American Indian Arts and took a Creative Writing class from professor/poet Arthur Zhe. After submitting a few short poems, he asked if I could write a longer one – of course, I replied. When I got home, I set the stage. It was a stormy night with thunder and lightning blasting about the wind. The kids and man were asleep. Between 10pm and 3am was my usual time all to myself, and I was enjoying the storm. I lit candles and curled up on the couch wrapped in woolens and a spiral-bound notebook. The curtains were open and I could hear the bushes slap against the window glistening with wet, shocks of light in this exciting night. I’m not sure why the image of my Grandmother Mary came to mind, but I began to write without much thought – like the pen led the way into a page of timelessness.
This poem was written as if my grandmother were to come back to a life-long dream of a home and lifestyle I have wanted since my first child was born (now almost 34 years ago);; the dream was to build a hand-built, custom-designed home, with a flourishing flower and vegetable garden, including fruit trees, living a subsistence life-style embellished with the making of traditional and contemporary art. (Cannot say I’ve lived that life – just yet!). My grandmother passed away 12 years prior to the writing of this poem. I wondered what she would see if this dream were an actual reality. Also, while writing this poem, I imagined another clan relative narrating this perspective, telling my Grandmother about me as her elderly footsteps walked silently about my home and life:
“Say you were to come back knocking at her Painted Door, a clan design you know as T’akDeinTaan
She would welcome you in to her large, dark one-room lodge lit by a couple of kerosene wall lamps from L.L. Bean
where at first you did not notice the smoke from the fire in the center of the room trailing up to the smoke hole above
where White Raven tried to fly out but became blackened forever
And you did not notice the carved alder wood mask smiling with one gold tooth flickering by candlelight propped next to the cedar bark basket
on that driftwood shelf to your right and in its shadow below, the carved bentwood boxes that held our clan’s button dance blankets,
each made of wool bought from House of Fabrics with 2,115 mother-of-pearl buttons from Winona’s and 649 turquoise beads
bargained from the stateside Indians who sat in the sun she hardly ever got
and what about the sealskin boots parked near your feet and the sealskin coat embellished with brass beads, feathers and leather fringe
and the sealskin and wolf-fur hat and matching mittens hanging right up next to you on brass hooks screwed in to the cedar-planked wall –
Mind you, did yid you smell cedar when you walked in, for how could you miss it with every plank and beam she’s made of
And did you not see the soapstone puffin bird carved by your great-grandson when he was nine,
and the small bentwood box that used to be yours stuffed with glass beads for the beading loom projects of your great-granddaughter?
How about the Chilkat dance blanket hanging on the loom over there in the corner, away from the mud, ashes and crumbs;
the only weaving in the where you can weave the perfect circle, therefore perfect for our style of design,
and she learned it from Jennie, last of the traditional weavers two months before she died, and they say it takes a year to weave a robe,
but how would you know; you didn’t know how to weave, or did you?
Through clan inheritance only a select few knew then when you were alive, and it was almost a dying art they say,
except the ones outside of tribal boundaries who quickly learned what they could, weaving together bits of the dangling knowledge
and she was one to help weave pieces of the heritage back so she could earn prestige, recognition and thirty thousand dollars a robe,
so she can buy pretty clothes, new shoes, new dishes, towels, computer, stereo, sewing machine, lawn mower, food processor, pasta machine;
so she could buy a piece of land where her ancestors once fished, to build her cedar home, and buy a brand new Toyota truck
to haul all of her new possessions and firewood in, and bury a septic tank for a flushing commode and install a generator for the color T.V.
and CD player sitting on the oak cabinet beside the stack of American Indian art books and magazines surrounded by masks, looms, boxes,
skins, beads and stones; surrounded by what she strives to make as art, what the art can sell for, what the money she makes from selling
the art can buy, what the buying of anything she desires she has discovered has eventually sold pieces of her soul, where the selling of her soul
has left but a faint light in her life.
Say you were to come back
Knocking at her painted door
You would not even notice the dim world behind her
Full of smokey objects casting shadows
Drifting upwards through a blackened hole;
you would look into her eyes only
and know that the faint light had held on
For you
And the next time you were ready
You would take her with you
When you went.”
Nov 10, 2010 | Adventures of Rear-Mirror Rissy, Health and Wellness, Honoring Others |
The 3-wheel "Bob" Stroller - for babes; what about the elderly?
The sporty strollers like the “Bob” above, are not quite big enough for elderly folk. I suggest somebody invent a stroller that is specifically designed for elderly folk if it ain’t invented yet OR the stroller is adaptable to accommodate babes, handicapped and the elderly; like, has the “baby boomer” generation forgotten about our parents? Is it age segregation? Is it denial of the fact that we’re aging, or what? I know my mother would love to go on a hike, like out to the Boy’s Cub Scout area out Eagle River beach – it’s a beautiful walk any time of year in just about any weather (even a blizzard!).
My mother is 85 years old. When she retired at the age of 65, she began to walk at least 6 miles every day; she walked steady and strong – even faster than her own kids – until 2 years ago when my father passed away, and shortly thereafter she cracked 3 vertebrae. She still gets out every day because she wants to but she cannot walk very far anymore.
Wouldn’t you like to take your grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, aunt, uncle, or anyone you know who is “handicapped” out for a stroll in the country – especially if the person would like that too? Of course, and why not?
I did a little research on line to see if strollers for elders have been invented yet; I didn’t find any – the closest thing were the sporty wheelchairs and that won’t do on our graveled Juneau trails. If you know of any strollers out there for elders, please drop me a line – I want to take my mother out with us, and I’d like to post the info on this blog, thank you!
Oct 29, 2010 | Honoring Others, Ravens & Eagles |
A Raven's very last rest
Buddy, the Pomeranian dog, was dashing out the door at noon for a walk before he jumps the twin-engine plane on the 12:30 flight to return home to his master in Hoonah. We didn’t get around the corner from the property before a Raven fell from the sky directly in front of us, it’s body bounced a couple of times before landing in the street’s grassy ditch. I thought at first it was playing hide-and-seek with us because it must have picked up on Buddy being a playful dog. Yet when I approached the raven, I watched as he gasped his last breath, tongue protruding sharply and with a sudden seizure he froze.
Buddy did not approach him. I looked around for other ravens who may be flying about the high winds and downpour – no one in sight. I looked up and down the street; looked into other neighbor’s windows – no sign of life – not even the common sounds of the neighborhood ravens. A wet silence approached from the ground up. Not knowing what to do, I took out my camera.
He lies in front of my parent’s house on this freezing, wet, windy day. I’m not sure how to handle the passing of a raven. I think of a burial, but that doesn’t seem right since they naturally die in the wilderness without a coffin! I think of leaving him there for a week, and imagine plucking its feathers, imagining creating a Raven headdress, but what if another animal drags him away and mutilates him? Its body is still warm; I walk away with Buddy running up ahead full of bounce and life. He did not make it on the 12:30 flight to Hoonah.
Oct 27, 2010 | Honoring Others, North Tide |
Pearl Harbor view from Caroline Jensen's Arboretum
In 1981, I began a landscape gardening company called “Kahtahah Landscape Gardeners.” A local block-print artist, the late Dale DeArmand, had written and illustrated a book called “Kahtahah” – she said in the Tlingit language it means “she who plants” or “planting time” depending on the context of the sentence. My main garden “showcase” was the Sealaska Corporation’s Plaza garden grounds. Up until 1981, Sealaska contracted out to a Seattle-based landscape company. Many of us noticed that every year the company would come to town in the Spring to plant shrubs, a few flowering annuals, and spread the chunks of cedar mulch to help keep down the weeds. A year later in the following Spring, the shrubs were lifeless and the cedar mulch had blown around town during the Winter’s Taku winds into the door ways of the local downtown businesses – the joke about the cedar mulch was: “…oh yeah, that’s the Sealaska distribution (dividend)…for the year!” Mayor Bill Overstreet had received too many complaints about the Sealaska Plaza garden’s yearly “distribution” that he suggested to Sealaska to hire someone locally who knew what worked in this climate. Just a month before his complaint, I had presented Sealaska with a proposal to do their landscaping. The timing of his complaint letter was the thing that secured my new career as a local gardener/landscaper.
The vegetable garden portion of the Arboretum
30 years ago, the only public gardens in Juneau were the garden beds around the State Capital building, the downtown public library and the Governor’s mansion. Several people around town (especially the 12th street area) had beautiful flower beds, but generally, Juneau’s local color was limited. There were no full-blown garden nurseries either; we sure didn’t have all the venues we have nowadays! I consulted with a few of the 12th Street gardeners; they were elderly, retired folk who puttered around in their white picket fenced gardens. When asked where to purchase local perennials and gather plant recommendations, they gave me two names: Emily Cherry and Caroline Jensen.
Rock steps graced with crushed mussel and clam shells
Emily Cherry had a small nursery she had created around her modest trailer up on a little hill to the right just past Waydelich Creek when heading out to Auke Bay’s ferry terminal. Now that I think of it, she was the only plant nursey in Juneau (unless someone corrects me!) I spent many hours and days chit-chatting with her; she shared her knowledge of gardening, what plants worked in the Southeastern climate, and I purchased many plants and shrubs from her for the Sealaska garden and other homes in Juneau. She also recommended I go visit Caroline.
Yarrow and Suzi visit the arboretum too.
My father and I visited Caroline together because I was too shy to go visit a place “way out the road” by myself. (Hey folks, gotta remember back then, driving 20 miles out the road to visit someone I had never met was a very long way!) I remember the two of us walking up towards what is now the vegetable garden. My father and I laughed out loud at Caroline’s rhubarb; it stood almost 5 feet tall – I remember quite well because I am a little over 5 feet and I could just about stand under the gigantic rhubarb leaves! Caroline heard our laughter and was pleased to discover visitors in her paradise she openly shared with others.
The Himalayan blue poppy
She gave me a clump of the beautiful, exotic Himalayan blue poppies and I planted it on the Main Street side of the Plaza garden. It flourished for a couple of years until one day, it had disappeared – someone had stolen the entire plant! Huh, can you believe it? Oh, the woes of planting a public garden – the stories I could tell!
Seaweed mulch: the best!
All the local gardeners in Juneau used seaweed as mulch. Emily and Caroline encouraged me to use the cheapest, easily accessible mulch around. It not only kept out the slugs (because of the salt water), and kept down the weeds, but the mineral content nourished the soil to no end. Every year I gathered bags and bags of seaweed and spread it about the garden. Folks would joke with me “Hey, looks like high tide made its way all the way up here…!” Ravens would peck about the seaweed and toss it about in the air.
Himalayan purple primrose
Caroline was generous with sharing her knowledge and generous with gifting us with one of her favorite plants: the various kinds of primroses. Like Caroline’s garden, the Sealaska Plaza’s garden and my father’s garden too eventually became clustered with primrose blossoms. In the Spring of 1985, while laying new sewer pipes and burying the new telephone lines underground on Seward Street and Main Street, the City and Borough of Juneau had destroyed the once full Sealaska gardens. With the destruction, most of the perennials and original primroses provided by Caroline Jensen were buried forever under the newly-paved streets. The City did not destroy the garden intentionally; the backhoe operator was just not paying attention to the fact there was a blooming garden about the Plaza!
Primrose
The above photo are the species of primroses that were once planted at Sealaska. My father’s garden, now pretty much overgrown since he passed away in 2008, still has a few of these plants surviving the strangulation of weeds. These primroses are the hardy type! Now that I have moved back to Juneau, I may have the luxury of time to take care of my father’s garden, and maybe I’ll take a few clumps from these original Caroline Jensen primroses and plant them at Sealaska. Judy Sherbourne is the latest caretaker of the Sealaska garden the past four years. She is doing a fine job – I know she wouldn’t mind me sneaking in a few plantings here and there. Watch out! – Eventually, we might knickname the place Primrose Lane!
What the heck is this plant's name; I used to know and it slipped my mind!
Last weekend Yarrow, Suzi and I visited Caroline’s place. I looked for the rhubarb; it had been moved. The house and garden shed are still there – the same exact colors as 30 years ago. The stillness and beauty of the place is still in tact. There are no high-rises to be seen, no lodges nearby, no sounds of helicopters, tour ships and small planes. Caroline had willed her home and property to the City and Borough of Juneau. In her words: “The vision of the Arboretum is to provide the people of Juneau a place that both teaches and inspires learning in horticulture, natural sciences and landscaping — to preserve the beauty of the landscape for pure aesthetic enjoyment – to maintain the historical and cultural context of the place and its people.”
Another rocky path with patches of "snow-in-the-Summer"
"Snow-in-the-Summer" ground cover blooms white clusters of flowers in Spring/Summer
Saxifrage is a ground cover that is very easy to grow; it has delicate, single-petal flowers atop a thin, 5″ stem – the only maintenance is pulling a few weeds from between its spongy texture and making sure the brown areas of the plant are continually patted with soil to keep the plant from drying out. Folks, this plant enjoys moisture. The Sealaska Plaza once had saxifrage all about it’s rock walls (the present-day rock wall replaced the rock wall I had built – and I am assuming that when they replaced the wall, they had no regard for the flowering ground cover). By 1985, after working about 4 years building up the plant/tree life at the Sealaska gardens, I began to carry plastic “Baggies” in my back pocket. Tourists were enthralled to discover domestic flowering plants in Juneau right down town amongst the indigenous plants such as Devil’s Club, Alder trees, ferns, chocolate lilies, shooting stars and wild iris; and when they saw the saxifrage, the visiting, avid gardener would exclaim they hadn’t ever seen anything like it – so I’d whip out a baggie and slip a few sprigs in with a handful of soil, and by golly, I think those particular tourists took home the best souvenir ever!~
My favorite ground cover: saxifrage
I will always remember Emily Cherry and Caroline Jensen; I can still see their soil-weathered hands and smiling faces enjoying the feast of the land and sky no matter the weather – it’s just how it is with the rugged Southeast Alaskan gardeners – like, what rain?
A Japanese maple
The long-range vision for the Arboretum includes the establishment of the Southeast Alaska Horticultural Education Center. This will consist of a multi-purpose classroom and library as well as a greenhouse/conservatory to be utilized as a living laboratory for botanical, horticultural and cultural education.
The Jensen-Olson Arboretum is located 23 miles north of downtown Juneau in an area known locally, as I mentioned earlier, as “Out the Road.” The Arboretum is on the seaside just past Mile 23 on Glacier Highway. Visitor Hours are: Wednesday through Sundays, 9am – 5pm Year round. Important Note: Dogs are not allowed at the Arboretum. Contact info: 907-789-0139 and www.juneau.org/parkrec
