By John M. Glionna
Nobody really knows how Ken McDowell ended up in Haines, or precisely when he got here.
His pup tent was spotted following the mid-October snowfall, pitched at Portage Cove wayside. A longtime resident checked on him, bought him a cup of hot chocolate, listened to his story and loaned him a winter-weight sleeping bag.
McDowell, 50, was lean, with a scruffy beard. A decade after reportedly suffering a stroke, he had…