We’ve been to Seward a few times now. This particular trip we didn’t get to play at The Yukon, the local bar that we usually do. So instead, we cruised around looking for bears and found a rickety old boatyard to sing a few songs in. It was a nice discovery in a town we thought we already knew fairly well.

We live on the road. In rowdy bars, music halls, and strange hotel rooms throughout North America.

The perfect day in Seward involves eating Alaskan halibut or king crab straight off the docks, and watching the sun set over the water.

The wilderness.

The cold.

Seward is very reminiscent of New England, which is where we are originally from and is probably why we feel at home there.

Patagonia, Tibet, Cuba and Martha’s Vineyard and The Fillmore.

Scott Toepfer, Sean Pecknold, Ben Fee, and Widower.