
“Do you know how to fly this thing?” The Boss yelled over the roar of the engine. I was instantly awake.
“Do you know how to fly this thing?” The Boss yelled over the roar of the engine. I was instantly awake.
Let down, unwound, sun burnt, and tired. On the short ride to the airstrip we stop to pick up friends….
Long shadows cut the beach. A big man, cracking conch stands black in the white light. A pile of shells…
The winter storm moaned through the ancient white pine that guards our home, and wind-driven snow swirled under the eaves of the studio.
During my first season in Alaska all the guides gathered around a bonfire each night to unwind, review the day, and listen to Rusty.