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35 Years and Still in Petersburg, AK - Why it's Worth Staying

I can still recall the surprising good things I discovered about living  in a small town in Southeast Alaska. “You don’t have to use your turn signal, cause everyone knows where you are going anyway.”  Twice, when I first moved here and no one knew me, I lost my check...

On the Way to Work: Part III

On winter mornings when the sun slumbers still and drifting snow hides all the muskeg holes and snowmobile tracks, maybe you should take the bicycle path to work. On the darkest part of the year, particularly if it is a Monday (garbage day) you step to the back porch and...

On the Way to Work: Part II

Five friends made that trip across the muskegs with me, have rent the veil of alder leaving behind the known and sown town for the wet and wild muskeg.  When first initiated into the mystery of the muskeg walk I took the precaution, similar to Theseus of marking my way....

On the Way to Work: Part I

"With me along the strip of Herbage strown, That just divides the desert from the sown. (The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam)" You leave the house, walk the gravel road to a friend’s house, push aside the alder branches in her backyard that veil the creek.  You step through the high...

The Story of "Our Pilot"

"Back in the day Petersburg, AK needed five floatplane firms and a couple of helicopter companies." Our pilot ate a lot of rabbit food at lunch. Our pilot was always charming. Our pilot was part of our “Mosquito Fleet”. He flew his floatplane close to the water of the bays, channels, straits...

Alaskan Loggers

In the darkness of Alaskan mornings in the relative quiet of Scow Bay an odd alarm clock woke the residents each morning. The crunch of sheet ice as it shattered beneath the crew boat going out to the logging show at Tonka. Back in the day loggers played a large role...

Exploring Scow Bay

The Lost Road to Lynnwood My previous duty station stood on the arid shores of Flaming Gorge Reservoir in Utah.  One sunny and warm day, my German Shepherd and I checked out the remote and abandoned Antelope Flats in the wide open sagebrush flats at the northern end of the...

Winter Nights, Camp fires, and Mars?

Mars “Tis a strange wind that blows on the edge of the forest.” I quoted. “Oh dad!” The future founder of Alaskan Seafood Guys responded. Then he felt the chilling breeze sneak into the old growth.  We’d been climbing up Ravens Roost and finally made it to the clearing over...