Trampled By Turtles fired up the Red Onion like the Days of '98 never ceased with Southern bluegrass attitude. The Drag Queen Show brought the oddity of a small town to the magnification of Alaska-sized proportions. A Belly Bumping contest can roll eyes and bellies alike with a healthy does of alcohol intoxication. So what does a bluegrass band, drag and belly bumping all have in common?
Nothing.
But that's how Skagway rolls. A quirky town at the mercy of bitterly cold winds and built on the hopes and greed of gold, represented by a small, eccentric group of diverse personalities, catering to hundreds of thousands of camera-snapping tourists in a five-month period. Maybe the Days of '98 haven't ceased. Who knew a small town can be an isolated paradox of the stereotypes of what a small town should be, projecting a bi-polar mentality of carnivorous ferocity that makes night and day out to be indistinguishable shades of gray? And yet, it's all packed away as a simple charm, snuggled eloquently between the Lynn Canal and the Coast Mountains, ready to unleash a supernova from its white dwarf confinements.
Indeed, an isolated paradox.
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