Memoirs of an Alaskan VIII
Chapter Eight – Bering Dreams II The first rock of the plane silences the high spirited spanish language chatter of the cannery workers all around me. Laughing and joking and excited to finally be...
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Chapter 8 – Through the Darkness You may spend a lifetime with someone. Countless events, experiences, adventures and challenges. When you think of this someone, or anyone for that matter, there are...
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Chapter 9 – Borders Once you pass Canadian customs heading west the landscape changes. As if these boundaries were chosen and drawn out and delineated long before the time of men. Long before time even...
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In light of the Dateline NBC piece I have reposted this story. I think about the experience often and I believe it has changed me in perhaps subtle and still unfolding ways… I believe one of the most...
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Chapter 10 – Bering Dreams Part 3 Snow covered ghosts of long dead volcanos dot the horizon. I remember driving south on the 101 early on a late October morning and exiting onto Sunset Blvd and...
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Chapter 11 – Light and Memories People often ask, how’d you get into this particular line of work? Did you go to school? I say no. No, I wanted to make movies so I moved to California. Now I go back to...
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Chapter 12 – Yeller Butt I was cooking dinner tonight and maybe it was the home cut french fries I was making that dragged out this memory. The smell. The taste. Something pulled this night out of the...
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Chapter 13 – Bering Dreams Part 4 This ocean makes me feel old. Makes me feel young. makes me feel small and weak. Very small. Weak. Makes the lines around my eyes deeper. So deep like all this space...
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Chapter 14 – Mothers and Bears and Muddy Roads. She’s still a ways out but I can tell by her posture and stride that she’s angry. Really angry. I can see it in her eyes even at some distance. But the...
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Why? The age old question for the mountaineer. I’m not one. Maybe once I was. Maybe sometimes I still am. Maybe I’ve spent a lot of time in the mountains. Mountains most people will never even see. I...
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