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Whiteout

Another massive wave of cold dark water caused our small seine boat to rise up at a precarious angle, only to drop into a deep trough as another wave engulfed us. Ice was forming on the bow, causing even more cold sea water to wash over the boat. The captain sent some boys out to chip the ice off to no avail. We were alone off the southeast coast of Alaska, in the dead of winter. 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?

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Breaking the Iditarod Trail

The story of breaking trail during the early years of the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race has long deserved to be told, along with recognition of a few people who made racing through one of the most challenging stretches of the trail possible.

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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 Anchorage, I booked a flight to Fairbanks on Star Airways. At the Fairbanks airport I got a flight to Edmonton on Canadian Pacific Airways. The last leg of my journey was over 600 miles from Edmonton, Alberta to Dillon, Montana, by bus. Arriving in Dillon, I found my mother still alive, but breathing her last.

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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.

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Cold Case McCarthy

On March 9, 1918, two horrific murders took place in the bustling mining town of McCarthy, Alaska. To this day neither crime has been solved. By all accounts very little effort was put forth in trying. The well-publicized case (back then) is rapidly approaching its 100th anniversary, but now few Alaskans know of it. The six McCarthy residents massacred by Louis Hastings on March 1, 1983, are probably most remembered.

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Living in Bear Country

We rolled into Alaska on the Alcan Highway midsummer of ‘92. My wife, Pam, our nine year old son, Aaron, and I drove our old Ford pickup, pulling our four horse trailer, stuffed to the gills with things we figured we had to have to start our new life in the Alaskan Bush. By early evening we stopped at a small backwoods store to pick up a couple of odds and ends. I saw a little newspaper and grabbed that too, then we found a spot off the highway and set up camp for the night. After eating and settling in by the campfire I picked up the newspaper and started flipping through it to see what was happening in the country we were about to live. After some wandering through the pages an article caught my eye. While I don’t recall the exact wording, the headline said something like, “Woman Killed by Bear.” It certainly got my attention. It appeared a black bear had broken into a remote cabin while the husband and wife were inside. They had no gun or anything for defense. The couple exited the cabin, and the wife went up on the roof while the husband ran for help. By the time he returned, the bear was on the roof and had killed the woman. A tragedy, to say the least. A sobering reality for someone about to take his family into the wilderness. But, what are the odds? And we, while not experienced with grizzly or brown bears, had some experience with black bears. We would certainly not be unprepared, or unarmed. We came from Montana, and had enough firepower to stand off a small army.

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