In the past 10 or 15 years years, I've found myself thinking more and more about my dad. The old man was a meat fisherman to the bone. When I was a kid, his baitcasting rod was a True Temper, a 5-foot long, solid, square shaft of tempered steel.
It's fast becoming a fall tradition for my boyfriend Bjorn Dihle and me to head north and do a week-long paddle on a Yukon river in September, when the trees are turning, the moose are rutting and blue skies are an especially welcome sight.
Like most recent college graduates, Nikiski resident Tyler Peek wanted to embark on an adventure before settling into the reality of the working world. Peek, 21, spent his summer touring every U.S. state.
I had the honor of serving as one of six delegates representing the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, Alaska Region, at the second annual Changbai Mountain International Ecological Forum last month in Jilin Province, northeast China.
A friend recently told me that he might sell his boat next year. He was doing so, he explained, so he would no longer have to do all the trailering, the launching, the maintenance and the worrying about it.
For the past few weeks, dainty pink or white butterflies have been hovering above the bare soil in some of my clay flowerpots. They're not really butterflies, actually: They are cyclamen blossoms held aloft on thin flower stalks.
As I traverse through my daily mountains of permits, paper work, and visitor requests, there is never doubt in my mind that my days in the office at the Kenai National Wildlife Refuge will always be an adventure.