In February, 1898 Mike Mahoney aka “Klondike Mike” made a deal with Hal Henry. He would escort the Sunny Samson Sister Sextette and their luggage over the Chilkoot Pass and down to Dawson city.
There was just one problem – the sisters insisted on bringing their accompaniment piano.
On a May afternoon while our spring blizzard was slowly melting, I sat in the atrium of the Anchorage Museum eating my sandwich and looking.
I was looking up and around at Clark James Mishler’s portraits of Alaskans. Old, young, tattooed, the local famous and infamous, were all staring down at me and I returned their piercing glances.
Jim VanOss is a U.S. Army Veteran, drafted during the Vietnam War who served as a military police officer and an embassy guard in Saigon during the Tet Offensive.
During his Veteran Spotlight interview, VanOss recalls being 20-years-old when he was drafted into the Army after failing a college class.
Although Fairbanks had the Malemute Saloon, Juneau had the Red Dog Saloon and even little Homer had the Salty Dawg Saloon, Anchorage had no bar with an authentic Alaskan theme.
In 1967, some high school friends and I bought the Bird House Bar, a funky Alaskan themed bar on the Seward Highway.
In the early 1950s, many people thought Alaska was remote, practically inaccessible.
I was seven years old the summer of 1951 when my father quit his job as a Northwest Airlines pilot and moved our family from Seattle to Anchorage to begin flying for Pacific Northern Airlines.
After passage of the Alaska Lands Act in 1980, biologist Edgar Bailey and volunteer Nina Faust surveyed a 200-mile section of the Alaska Peninsula coast from Jute Bay to Amber Bay, checking almost all the bays and nearly all of the islands along the way.
Today, USFWS does not let personnel do surveys in this fashion as it is considered too dangerous.
Back in 1898, thousands of men and women arrived in Skagway with gold fever. They were headed for the Klondike goldfields over the Chilkoot Pass.
Around their necks, they carried packets of fermented dough to make bread on their long, cold journey.
Thirty-some years ago my friend Ramona had the use of her friend’s team of Malemute-McKenzie River huskies. These were working dogs, used by her friend Steve to haul freight and gear on Mt. McKinley for mountain climbing teams. During his off-season, Ramona ran them to keep them in shape.
Ramona and I decided to take on challenge one winter—we wanted to mush to the old copper mining town of McCarthy, deep in the Wrangell-St. Elias.
Here’s what I think. When you make something this healthy that tastes this good, it is your responsibility as a human being to share it with the world.
And by world, I really mean with all my girlfriends. Because who needs a tofu popscicle or dairy-free/wheat-free/vegan/bilingual/yoga-enthusiast green smoothie when you can eat something that tastes DELICIOUS and probably cures cancer at the same time?!
In 2010, at the community’s request, the State of Alaska installed four large garden beds at the corner of Bragaw and the Glenn Highway.
But when management disagreements between the city and state halted the project, a few guerrilla gardeners took it upon themselves to make use of the fertile land.