
I moved to the North Slope of Alaska when I was seven years old. I've spent nearly twenty years in various corners of Alaska. This page links to a few stories elsewhere on the site.
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- Tales of Denali
- An account of my 1994 traverse of Denali, up the West Buttress and down the Muldrow routes.
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Togiak Herring
- Description of the Togiak Herring fishery, and my role in it.
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Rain and Butterscotch Schnapps
- Taking my mother down a wild and scenic river.
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Wilderness Gold
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A story of our canoe trip down the Fortymile river in Eastern Alaska, written as a destination story for Canoe & Kayak magazine.
- Tales of Fish & Game
- Humorous letters from field camps, 1994-1997.
- State Employee Exhibit
- Ugashik Crew Report
- Sheenjek Part 1
- Sheenjek Part 2
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Reaching down
in the freezing current for the next cork, I tried pushing and yanking, but it
was too cold to hold, and still wouldn't come free. With one numb hand hanging
on to the cork line at the surface of the water, I swung my other hand to get
the blood flowing again. I switched hands, warmed the other one up.
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A Gravel Bar on the Sheenjek River, August 21, 1995 |
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A huge log
drifted downstream, a slow-motion arrow aimed right for what was left of our
weir, three stakes with some hurricane fence tangled together. Passing over
where the transducer was only hours before, the trunk slid over the fence until
it reached the roots, and, rising slightly out of the water, it stopped.
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The clueless
crew were ably led by Fearless Fred, Master of Salmon. Fred knew the ins and
outs of counting salmon. He could count them forwards, backwards, sideways, and
upside-down. He could count them when they were bouncing around like popcorn
under the 2 AM spotlights. He could count them as he scooped them out of the
net and into the live box. He could even count how many fish he didn't catch on
his fly rod.
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