"World's largest free-range lunatic asylum" was the phrase used by one of Arthur's neighbors out here on Port Saint Nicholas Road to describe Southeast Alaska. Sounds about right, maybe.
Many people who come out to such remote locations as this extoll the amazing experience of a night sky littered with thousands of stars with absolutely no interference from the lights of civilization. But personally, I find the experience of stepping outside in the middle of the night to be much more amazing when the sky is heavily overcast: it's a thick, deep blackness that is unparalleled. Nothing can be seen at all. Zero light. Yet the sky is above, you can smell the salt air of the fiord at your feet, the trees, the eternal drizzle.