McCarthy started out in the early 1900’s as an Alaskan frontier hub right down the road from the world’s largest copper mine at Kennecott. The community lasted about twenty-seven years until the mine was spent. One last train rolled out of town in 1938 along with just about everyone who lived there.
In the seventies a few adventure seeking youth trickled into the old town of McCarthy and started calling it home. Over the years tourism gained a little speed and McCarthy was repopulated with a seasonal and year round community. These days they offer flight services, raft guides, mountain guides, mine tours, a few accommodations, a bar, and a couple restaurants. Even still, there is only about 45 full time residents.
While standing high above Kennecott in the old copper mines precariously perched on crumbling alpine slopes it is easy see why folks call it the “mountain kingdom of North America”. The earth maintains a volatile beauty in the 13.2 million acre Wrangell-St. Elias National Park. It is a sight that could compel you to take your hat off, cross your heart and sing the National Anthem on any day.