(Author's note: This column first appeared in the Clarion on April 4, 2008. Nothing has changed. LP) Slowly but surely, I'm figuring out women. For example, I recently deduced why they spend so much time shopping. This is no casual observation.
In June, I bicycled the Dalton Highway (aka Haul Road) from Prudhoe Bay to Fairbanks. It was everything I expected - hot, dusty, buggy and endless mountains with 12 percent grades. In other words, it was an experience, not a vacation.
Another climber once asked me if I knew the definition of mountaineering. There are a lot of possible answers to a question like that, but nothing came to mind.
"What is it?" I asked. "Moving slowly uphill while not feeling very well," he replied.
This would be a good time to think about how many salmon we need for our personal use.
When I first learned how to catch salmon, I gave little thought to how many I needed. Cursed by Norwegian genes, my main concern was being on the water, fishing.