We went on a walk along Tongass Avenue, following the water, and chatted about all matter of personal interest from college to family to exes to currents (men) to plans to grief. You see, I[…]
Category: Realizations
Leg Hair on Dude Mountain | Conversations in Alaska, 27 of 50
As we were walking down Dude Mountain (Ria, Chaz and I), dodging the muddy tracks and trying not to fall on our faces (principally me), Ria shared: “I used to feel self-conscious about my leg[…]
Conversations in Alaska: The Pot Shop, 36 of 50
I helped my friend straighten out the Tibetan Prayer Flag on his deck. It’s extremely windy here, and rainy, and he lives on top of a tunnel where there’s probably a serious updraft. If that’s[…]
Conversations in Alaska: “There should only be Tsimshian People in this line” 37 of 50
I stood in the unrelenting sunlight all day to load passengers to to go Annette Island. About 1,400 people live on Annette Island and every year they celebrate Founder’s Day (they were founded in 1887). It’s[…]
The Rainforest & My Greatest Fear
Tonight as I sat at the airport to do a pick-up, the day was at it’s most gorgeous. I forgot my phone at home so I couldn’t capture it and I’m glad I couldn’t. Just[…]
Embracing The Wilderness: The Time of My Life
Can It Be True, Tell Me Can This Be Real How can I put into Words How I Feel? This season in Alaska has been a special sort of apothecary and apothic for the mind-numbingly[…]
Conversations in Alaska: “I have no desire to be famous” 40 of 50
My (new) Ketchikan friend and I did a play together (in July, last month). She is pretty and has long red curly hair (I think it’s naturally brown, but I digress). The first thing that[…]
Nearing End-of-Season Check-Up: How to Remember Alaska
There’s not much that isn’t temporary. Temporary tattoos are temporary, but so are permanent ones as they will fade over the years. Cheese is temporary, sadly, and so are baby teeth, adult teeth, wisdom teeth,[…]
Conversations in Alaska: “My Mother Wanted Me to Be a Hairdresser” 45 of 50
I have a coworker who is a septuagenarian (in her 70s), and a sassy one at that. She often drinks her coffee out of a steel contigo. Sometimes on the dock when we load one[…]
Conversations in Alaska: “I Sprayed Myself with Mace on Accident Once” 47 of 50
The three of us rode along in befuddlement but good spirits to drop Miranda home. You see, we all three walked into a cloud of powerful mace as we were going to The Asylum on the[…]