Sometimes I struggle with how to start the first sentence of a post. I have so many single words I could list…
Inspired. Honored. Grateful. Challenged. Brief.
Today, I wanted to share some of my written words from the latest installment of my job: A week in the Alaska bush. But, of course, I am just struggling a bit with how to start…perhaps a date will work?
::24 March 2015::
Morning in Alaska is not morning in Colorado.
In fact, in late March, one would think – in a warm winter such as this one – morning here was actually early evening in a late Pennsylvania fall. Though, this year is not quite like most…perhaps I should rephrase my thought process here:
In fact, in late March of 2015, one would think this morning in this place feels more like the early fall mornings in Pennsylvania.
It is dark – sunrise eventually greets you around 8AM.
It is warm – temperatures do not chill you the way one would think this place should.
But, when I am here, I wake refreshed & rejuvenated. For being seventy-three feet above sea level, even the air is welcoming to breath.
I also wake with a desire to fish – to be within the water & among the life blood of the salmon.
::25 March 2015::
Today, I was saddened by the “waste management facility” we toured.
Travesty may be a harsh word to use…so I decided to put a filter on myself, but in my personal opinion (no reflection of any organization or agency that I may work for here…and no that’s not necessarily a disclaimer, but it is certainly getting to the fact that I have my own mind about me) it is in fact a sad place to see.
Here, the landfill is a feeding ground for iconic species: bald eagle, brown bear; national symbol, spiritual figure.
Here, what comes in, stays in…and it would seem that life (human habitation) comes at a cost to the environment.
So the question is: How do we fix it?
How do we sustain ourselves without bing a detriment to the reason we come to this place?
How do we change a culture?
::26 March 2015::
A wild life force unto itself. A fish that can draw thousands to one place every year and a food source for the wild life that exists in this place – a resource that which sustains so many: the brown bear, the tourist & the Native.
And finally, an inspirational being (fish being that is).
How is it that this one giant of the AK waters can do so much?
For me, it inspires a return: A return to this place (fly rod in hand) – not just the state, but the greatest salmon fishery in the world.
I think I should also share a few views from ’53 Beaver (and the commercial flight)…