Where the road ends…

lat: 59.7731 long: -151.8674

lat: 59.7731
long: -151.8674

Anchor Point, Alaska, July 2015 – The westernmost point on the North American Highway System.

Shortly after I took this picture, an older gentleman drove up from the beach in an old blue Chevy Suburban. He stopped and we chatted for about 30 minutes or so. Turns out he had been summering near Anchor Point for 45 years, and this was probably his last summer.

“Even if I live to next year, I don’t think I’ll have the energy to make the trip up from Arizona.”

Personally, I thought he looked hardy enough to live in Anchor Point year round. He was fit enough to take his 16 foot outboard into Cook Inlet and the Gulf of Alaska fishing for Halibut on his own, at any rate.

He told me that one day, back in the 80s, he caught a 400+ pounder about a mile straight out from the road.

“Couldn’t get it in the boat. Had to tie it alongside and putter back to the beach,” he said.

I laughed at what I figured was one of those ol’ fishin’ stories. He looked at me a bit askance, reached through the open driver’s window, and from behind his visor pulled out a slightly frayed Polaroid of him with just about the biggest fish I have ever seen.

“Damn thing ’bout pulled my little boat across the bay.”

I was sufficiently schooled and made a mental note to not even hint at doubt around an Alaskan Fisherman for the rest of my trip.

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2017 In the Works!

After an impromptu chat with a buddy I met on the road to Alaska this summer, the planning for summer 2017 has begun!


The only definites at this point are meeting up in Medicine Hat, Alberta, attending Dust to Dawson up in the Yukon, and then hit Inuvik in the Northwest Territories, which I skipped last summer. It feels good to be planning another trip!

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Just a-cruisin’…

Shot of Dad and I cruisin’ the Carib back in 2001. I think this is the last cruise I was on.


I’m kind of torn on Cruises. While they are fun, I’ve only been on them as a single guy playing the 3rd (or 5th) wheel. Sometimes I felt out of place, sometimes I was just kinds bored – trapped on on ship with nothing much to do other than sit in the Casino lest I completely invade all the private moments of my cruising-mates. First-world problems, to be sure.

On an unrelated note…

I miss my hair.

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