I can’t use the truck to get to the wood. It’s about a 2 mile one way snow machine. And getting farther as I harvest the beetle kill the trip gets further.
Beautiful there. I love watching anything alaska. Can't get enough of that place. Not sure I'd want to live there but visit, yes!
You should come visit, you will not regret in fact may wish you had done so earlier. Been here since 12, regret not doing it sooner, was a mistake. Alaska is not for everyone I see lots of people that don’t make a year. Some due to temp others to remote, and danger
My sister lives in Alaska. Before she went she had three piles of papers in front of her and when I asked what they were she said they were sign-on bonuses. There was a no pile; a maybe pile, and a yes pile. They were all based on money. Alaska's sign on bonus was $7,000, but she is a cardiologist which is probably why. I would like to say, "you should meet her", but then again really no one in Alaska should meet her. As she told me, if you see her, "you might not be seeing the bright light, but you are definitely in the tunnel", as 70% of her patients do not make it. What a racket! Can you imagine how long I would have a job if 70% of my welds failed? But I am glad she went. She is a touch on the homely side, but with only 1 woman out of 10 men, we figured she might find someone. She did. He wanted me to go sailing with him as he is a Captain on some boat, and said they always need welders/engineers, but while I used to sail as a machinist/engineer aboard tugboats, I have no desire to go back. The last I looked I did not have web feet.
I spent my winters drilling in the North-West Territories, Fort Mac and Northern Alberta in general. There's something about snow-covered Swamp Spruce that creeps me out. I stick to the Prairies now.
Snow Snakes always freaked out the greenhorns. One seismic drilling crew had it down to a science. Take the white seal out of the lid of a 5 gallon pail and tie a bit of red survey ribbon in one end for eyes. Toss it out on the snowbank when you saw the crew, survey or shooting, coming up the line. They'd stop and BS a bit. The waterjack (driller's helper) would yell "There's one!!", grab a 10 foot loading pole, and beat on the Snow Snake. Then he'd pick it up with end of the pole and yell "I got one". The driller said "Good thing you did, now get rid of it." The waterjack would fling it way out in the bush with the pole, and there were a couple of guys who wouldn't step off the ploughed line for the rest of the winter.