The life of a Canadian living in California and practicing law at Adams Fietz. Missing Alaska almost more than I can bear, I am building a timber frame house in California to take home to Alaska in the summer of 2018. Timber framing, Family, the Outdoors and how America is quickly going downhill are all frequent topics.
So, I was going to write today about how my boat was finally ready. Four months and five thousand dollars more than expected. It was even in my driveway after passing the final sea test. The engine is new. The jet is new. $13,000 of borrowed money into parts and labor. On the brink of financial ruin. Many fights with the wife but here she was. Indeed, many thoughts of walking away. But I was proud today of my "new" boat. So several residents suggested we go dipnetting tonight (where one can dip a net into the river and scoop out 25 salmon for the head of household and 10 for everyone else). I agreed, even though I am not a resident and so cannot participate. I stood on the boat and watched and drank beer. It was fun to be out with so many people and see fish caught. The scenery was amazing as usual. Until the motor died. I mean dead. I mean smoke pouring out of it dead. Hell, it lasted an hour. So we drifted. Towards Japan. Down the Kenai river. One of my buddies used a net to steer us towards the dock and did a damn good job. A few hundred yards out from the dock the current caught us and we had to anchor. Luckily we "landed" about 20 feet from a commercial fisherman who taught us how to set the anchor to avoid ending up at sea (we were heading that way as we had no idea what to do) and gave us the number of a guy who could tow us to sea. Within 5 minutes the guy came and took us to the dock, where we managed to get the boat on the trailer. All in all, once again, I am thankful. I was on the river where we had the current to work with. I was with some guys and not the family. Nobody panicked and we thought through it. We drank beer and laughed as we watched the faces of those we narrowly avoided collisions with. The scenery was amazing. So I dropped off the boat at my mechanics. After midnight. Like a flaming bag of dog poo. And came home. God I love Alaska. Lets just see if she kills me by age 35.
P.S. A big thank you to the wife. She is stuck at home raising the girl while I am out and about. This is a hard time in our marriage as I know J would like to join me. Next summer we will do more together. It is this pic that keeps me going.
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