The most publicized Alaskan picture is without a shadow of a doubt, a sled with a dog team pulling it. It is rather fascinating to sit in a sled and ride over a good trail. Many a Cheechako would give a great deal just to own a dog team as a pleasurable hobby. But...
“Rob! What do we do?” I shouted, as the howling twenty-five knot winds tilted our live-aboard sailboat to a very uncomfortable angle, making us feel like we were going to sink the boat we had just bought.
A story of growing up, growing old, and the wild paces that define us.
A trip along the Alaskan Inside Passage, in hand-made canoes. Two brother’s complete their father’s journey 43 years later.
Watch the trailer here, and view the full version on June 14th, just in time for Father’s Day.
It is thrilling to make something functional and utilitarian with your own hands in the old style.
Often when I am at the Mendenhall Glacier, I hear tourists asking, “How do I get to the ice caves?” I normally tell them if you have to ask, you shouldn’t go.
I wondered if I was going to be the third teacher from Metlakatla to drown this year. Or worse yet, was the town going to lose its entire basketball team?
Six months after our expedition ended, I discovered I’d erred. ‘The Last Great Race’ was not going through Iditarod in March.
Delivering the mail to Alaska has always presented a formidable challenge to the U.S. Postal Service. Letters, parcels, and supplies from the “Lower 48 states” often took weeks or months to reach their destinations. Steamships transported Alaska bound mail north from...
One of the mushers, Nicolas Petit, came up to me and said, “I can’t thank you enough for opening up your lodge for this race, and for your hospitality. I would hug you but … I smell of dogs, and…”
In spite of the distance and severe weather conditions in the grueling Rainy Pass and Dalzell Gorge, with the racers running on their heels, these trailbreakers lived up to their reputation.
When I was a homestead kid growing up on the Kenai Peninsula, my sisters and I would tromp a half mile out to a little pond in the middle of a muskeg to go ice skating. Being farm folk who’d moved to Alaska from Ohio, we dressed without wool or down outdoor clothes,...