Life in Alaska
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,...
I backed down the hill and was just sitting there at the bottom, when the heavy weight of the truck made a rotten culvert give way. My fully-loaded truck just lay over on its side like a horse.
June 1984 Who, in their earliest twenties could be anything but unsure of themselves, yet so much less cautious about taking a chance? That was me: new to Alaska, wide-eyed, and willing to go anywhere life took me. So it was with barely a hesitation that I climbed...
It was reported he was a monster, and it was rumored people had actually tried to kill him when he was sleeping.
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...
Suddenly, a knock came at the door. I wasn’t really interested in visitors, but I reluctantly got out of my comfortable chair and opened it.
“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.
Quickly he ran into the house and found an old tarp, raced out to the road, and covered the moose. Frantically, he shoveled snow over the tarp. Just in time.