Sitka Downtown Walking Tour: Russian Landmarks & Local Stories

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What’s the experience like?

“If you see a raven watching us, just nod — they’re the real locals here,” our guide Tom said right off the bat. We started by Crescent Harbor, where the air smelled like salt and diesel from the fishing boats. Tom used to work those boats himself — he pointed out which ones belonged to his friends, and which ones to “the guys who always get the best halibut.” I didn’t expect to care about fishing but hearing him talk about tides and weather patterns made me realize how much Sitka’s rhythm is set by the sea.

We wandered toward the Sitka Sound Science Center — there was this low hum of water pumps and, if you got close enough, you could smell wet wood and fish. Salmon were actually jumping upstream into the hatchery (I swear one almost splashed my shoes). Tom explained how the science center tracks salmon runs so people can fish without wiping them out. A couple of locals waved as they walked by with coffee cups; everyone seemed to know each other or at least act like it.

The old Sheldon Jackson College campus was next — it’s now an arts camp but Tom talked about its past as an “Indian Boarding School.” He didn’t sugarcoat it. There was a pause while he looked at one of the buildings, then he just said, “History isn’t always pretty.” That stuck with me. We moved on to St. Michael's Orthodox Cathedral in downtown Sitka — green domes against gray sky. The bells rang while we stood outside, not loud but kind of haunting. I tried to pronounce the name in Russian; Tom laughed and told me I sounded more French than anything else.

We finished at Castle Hill, where Alaska was handed over from Russia to the US. The wind picked up and I could see all of Sitka spread out below — fishing boats bobbing, kids running near the harbor. Tom offered to walk anyone up the hill for one last view (I went for it). The tour ended just steps from downtown but honestly I kept thinking about that moment on Castle Hill — how much history sits quietly under your feet here.