We cruised into Juneau; all awake and ready to go to town. I had called the ranger station and given Sandra a heads up, without any personal inference, in case anyone else happened to be listening to that channel on the radio. She was curious, right up until I mentioned marriages. She wished us luck and I told her we would be back out in that neighborhood in a few days again.
Arriving in Auke Bay, we tied up at a public dock. There were some yachts there bigger than mine. As a matter of fact, we tied up right behind Paul Allen's huge yacht. From what I could find out, he had it brought up from Seattle, and would be up at some future date to go out on it. It was a sweet boat. Very sweet. At least from the outside.
May and I caught a cab to the airport, and there rented a mini-van for our stay. Driving back to the dock I discovered that traffic in Juneau was not much different than in California or anywhere else. I am not sure what I expected for sure, but it was a pleasant surprise to see that I could drive here without any problems.
Carl and I sat in the front, and the ladies all crowded into the back. We headed off into town to a bridal shop that Anne and Julie had found in a phone book listing. Dropping them off there, Carl and I headed on down to a realtor's office and I began my search for a place.
We talked to them for a bit and found out that a remote property like I wanted…we wanted to have…was hard to come by. Most of the land in Southeast Alaska was either Forest Service and National Park land or it was native corporation lands.
Looking at what they had, which was very little to choose from, I made an appointment to fly out to two of the one's I felt closest met my criteria. Carl had stepped out of the office and taken a little walk as I discussed the times for meeting the agent. Just as I was leaving a rather large and very rough looking man walked in.
I could smell alcohol on his breath and he looked…well…very angry. While his clothes appeared to be clean, they were well worn, almost to the point of being ragged. He began in a loud voice and got louder as he went in. The agent I had been talking to had stood up and was trying to slow him down.
"Where's that God-Damned Johnson? He was supposed to be out to my place and look it over for me. I waited all Goddamned day for the son-of-a-bitch and he didn't show. Least he could have done was to radio me and let me know he wasn't gonna make it."
"I'm sorry Mr. Benson. He was called away on some important business and didn't have time to call you up. I guess I should have…"
"You guess you shoulda…shoulda woulda coulda…shit in one hand and fly with the other…didn't help me at all. I've a mind to drop you as the agents on my property and go somewhere else. Damned people anyway."
"Well, to tell the truth Mr. Benson, Mr. Johnson was thinking that he wasn't going to take you on. You have not been…well…you haven't been the best person to deal with. That, and the fact that you won't let anyone come out to your place unless you fly them out in your Beaver. You have to be willing to work with people if you want to sell your property, and if you want us to be able to get people to come out and see it."
"I just don't want anybody poking around without my knowing it. Ain't right ya know?"
"Well, perhaps you should try another agency or even sell it yourself. I'm sure that with the attitude you have shown us so far, we won't be able to sell your property for you. You have just been to…narrow in your willingness to show it hospitably."
"Yeah? Well…it's my damned property and it is the only acreage in the whole God Damned Park out there too. If someone wants it, they'll damn well kowtow to my way of thinking; or else they'll not get it. Capice?"
"That's Capuche Jake, Capuche."
"Capice…Capuche…who cares? I like capice so that's what I'll stick to."
In a low voice, the upset agent muttered to himself.
"Moron. What a moron."
"What was that? What did you say?"
"I said, tomorrow…tomorrow Mr. Johnson will be back…He'll talk to you then for sure."
"Humph…that ain't what you said by a damn sight…tell ya what…forget it. I'm gonna take care of selling my property myself. Damned agents are thieves anyway."
He turned and brushed past me as if I was not there. I was curious about his property now. I moved to follow him outside, when the agent called out to me.
"Sir…you don't want to deal with him. He is one crazy old coot. Off his rocker. Besides…he's not exactly even-tempered."
I nodded, but went outside behind this Jake character anyway. Carl was just walking up and had kind of slowed down Jake's pace just a bit. I stepped in close and asked him about his property.
"Excuse me…um…Jake? Mr. Benson? I couldn't help but overhear about your property and all inside there…and I was…"
"Oh yeah? That outfit is a bunch of assholes. Stupid assholes to be more precise. Can't seem to follow up on what they say they'll do. Their word is worthless. Completely worthless."
"Anyway, you were saying you had some property out by a Park?"
"Yep. Right out in a small by next to Glacier Bay as a matter of fact. Kind of around the corner from the entrance and those damned rangers that keep out the common folk. I got about…well…let's see…if I remember rightly…one hundred and sixty acres. All titled and deeded too."
"You are wanting to sell it then?"
"Damn…ain't you the perceptive one. Hell yeah I'm trying to sell it. I'm to damned old to be traipsing around out there anymore. Got no need to keep it when I could be down south and living like a king at last.
So to answer your question…Yeah, it's for sale. All or none, and I won't dicker on my price either. Take it or leave it."
"Okay then. How does one get out there to see it?"
"See it? Get out there? Well, didn't you hear that idiot in there? I got a plane. I fly you out and you can look it over. And don't worry neither…I've been flying in Alaska since…well…since you were a pup at any rate. Ain't many places I ain't been to either. I got a good Beaver and it is the most airworthy craft around."
"So you'd fly me out then?"
"Damn son…are you suffering from some kind of ailment or what? I just told ya, I'd fly ya out there. Jeesus H. Christ on a crutch. People nowadays can't seem to communicate for sheeit."
I wanted to at least see this property once before I gave up, but his attitude so far had done nothing to help to stick around long enough to fly out with him. His anger may have only been due to the agency and their inability to be where they said they'd be, but I could see his patience level was a low edged one.
"What would be a good time for you to take me on out there then?"
"Well, I have a few things I need to get done first. How's about…oh say…three o'clock this afternoon? Course that all depends on the weather too. If it gets to socked in even I won't try it."
"All right then, three o'clock it is. Where should we be?"