A few years back we had gone to Juneau to get out of the heat. After a few days, we got a little bored and decided to go somewhere else. After looking at flight loads, the next flight with open seats was to Yakutat (hubby had been there years before) so we said "why not?" and hopped on.
Thing is, we hadn't really made any plans and Yakutat is a VERY small place. Got there and realized we needed to have a car so we asked the csa for a recommendation. She told us that Bob would be coming to pick up a few people that day (did I mention it is a very small town?) and that he had a few cars for rent. When he came in, she pointed him out and my husband spoke to him. He said we should come back to his house and we hopped into his car. Bob drove us around town a bit to see the place my husband had stayed before then to his house - which had just about every type of construction equipment you can think of - and we sat at his kitchen table filling out a surprisingly professional rental agreement. We went outside, picked one of the three cars that were sitting there and drove off.
This car was from the late 80's at best, had no working radio and shook if you went too fast. When it was time to return the car, we realized that not only did we not know his last name, we had absolutely no way to reach him to return the car! We asked the owner of the lodge where we had spent the night and she attempted to reach him (we had simply told her that we rented from Bob and she had his phone number) but he wasn't home. In the end, we followed her advice and parked the car at the airport, unlocked, with the keys inside for him to pick up later.
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