From childhoodI had always wanted to go to Alaska also, I thought my military service time would send me here. No, they sent me to Battle Creek, MI and then to SE Asia. After the military, I was going to college on the GI Bill, in those days I was to poor to even go to the movies, much less 3,000 + miles to Alaska. One winter the little college town put on a sled dog race, the race organizers had ads up at the University asking for volunteers to help with the race. I helped the race marshal mark the race trail, build the starting chutes, and all kinds of other chores. I got sucked in to the sled dog world. I was offered a board and room job as kennel help at a college professor's wife's kennel. Life was great, I had most of my classes in the morning or evening, the professor drove back an forth to the college giving me transportation. I loved working with the dogs, and the wife was a great cook. I got to race her team on weekends, train the main team, and young dogs during the week. The next year a sled dog musher from Alaska, came to the race in Bemidji, MN, I was visiting with him, when I told him about my dream to come to Alaska, he asked me, "What's keeping you here?" Well nothing I guess, I wondered what I would do for work, he had plenty of that, he even knew another dog musher that was looking for help driving to Alaska. So, in February of 1974 I stuffed my worldly possessions into a Duluth Pack and headed north. I had only planned to stay until autumn, but that was 42 years ago.
Let me know when you are coming, I know some pretty good places to catch Arctic grayling, they are not as beautiful as brook trout, but, they are pretty in their own way.