My bar crawl through Sitka, Alaska, began with one question: Do you want to start your night with a duck fart, or end it with a duck fart?
I was in town for a few days for a family vacation to visit my wife’s cousin, Cara Crain. She served as our local guide over a long weekend for hikes, restaurants, wildlife tours, and buying live dungeness crab from the dock. One night was dedicated to a Sitka bar crawl — admittedly a short loop in a town of just over 8,000.