Iditarod Mystery

A piece of racing history goes missing June 24, 1999, was a somber date in Alaska history. That’s when the “Father of the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race” passed away. My wife and I were fortunate to meet Joe Redington Sr. in the late 1970s. Our neighbor of 35 years,...

Mendeltna Creek Lodge

When you own your house you get to paint the walls, and fill it with love and experiences that make it a home. So it is when you own a lodge. An Alaskan lodge is an entity comprised of part past, part present, and part … hopefully … future. It is times of...

My Life As An Alaskan Trucker in 1947

In November 1946, I was working at the Seward power plant when I received a phone call. My mother was dying in Dillon, Montana. After packing some clothes in a suitcase, I took a taxicab to the airport and flew from Seward to Anchorage on Christensen Airways. Once in...

So, You Want To Be A Fisherman?

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...

Working On The Line

I grew up in Alaska when the state was still unspoiled, still a real last frontier. And I remember setting my first goals at a very early age. That age being the glorious day I could finally leave home. I‘ll bypass the details, because they’re not pretty and something...

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