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, the police just suck. The longer I practice law, the more I wonder what the hell they are good for except to bully the People. I hope the jury pounds this case so far up his ass that he shits paper the rest of his life. Of course, I have learned the hard way that may not happen. My old client Rayburn Zink was a hero for fighting in WWII. He may have been a public servant for being a California Highway patrol officer for years. But, to me, the greatest thing he ever did was teach me a lesson I will never forget: the people in this country get what they deserve. And what that is is cops like this. Laws like this. I often wonder if everyone has gone insane but me.
So, time flies. It has been three months since I have posted. Wow. Some things have changed since September. Perhaps the most exciting is that I have bought land in Alaska! 9.22 acres of land where I will build my dream home. We had an amazing trip to Alaska at Christmas. We flew into Anchorage and then took the train up to Fairbanks. It was an amazing ride and one I hope to do again. I dressed up in top hat and tails. The wife was Mrs. Claus. The girls all dressed in matching red dresses. 12 hours through the prettiest country on Earth.
In Fairbanks we rented the Moose Walk cabin, a super neat little cabin in North Pole. The kids played ice hockey for the first time and I saw the Northern lights again. We went up to Chena Hot Springs and soaked in the hot water. We got to go for a dog sled ride (towing a Rhino) and I had a drink at the Ice Hotel. I took the kids to Santa Claus Village where they met Santa and his reindeer.
We then went down to Kenai and spent a fe…
this is the beginning. These boxes are my sawmill. They are in my
driveway in Sebastopol. From here, I have to drive them to the logging
site in another County. I have to learn how to assemble it. I have
to cut hundreds of giant douglas fir trees. I have to learn how to use
the mill properly. I then have to transport beams up to
40' long over 50 miles (I will have to hire a truck I think) to the woodworking
shop. I have to learn how to make mortise and tenons. I have to make each piece
fit perfectly. Package hundreds of beams and other building materials. Arrange
for transport and delivery in Alaska (this requires getting a bulldozer on my
land to get a space big enough for big rigs to turn around). I need to
sell my house. I need to get rid of a lot of stuff and pack everything
else. I need to arrange for the safe transportation of my dogs,
including getting their health certificates. I have to arrange
space on the ferry. I need to get myself, my family and the ot…
So. Ten years ago today I arrived in Alaska. I will never forget the sense of amazement and wonder as I arrived. It was, as John Denver sang about, coming home to a place I had never been. Ten years. Gone. I was given some advice by Jeremy the other day. He said I should learn to appreciate the journey more. Sage advice. I am so focused on my return in June 2018 that I often find myself unhappy. That is foolish. Like always, I will miss these days when they are gone. It is true that I am not that interested in being a lawyer much anymore and I feel time pressing on me. But it also true that being a lawyer has allowed me to come to the US. And, if all goes well, it will allow me to retire in a place I love at 44 years old. And that is pretty cool. Ten years. But I will be back. And next time it will be for good.