When adventure calls, answer.

I realize that in most of my blogging I never really talk about how to travel. I just tell you what I do, but I leave out a lot of the nitty gritty details because I feel like most people aren't worried about it. And maybe they aren't, but I'm going to start giving more tips into this lifestyle. I've had some people asking my advice on traveling. So first let me say, traveling like this is a mindset and nothing more. It's not all about the deals, the cheapest sites, and the people you know. It's about the pure adventure of it all. But I guess it does help to know how to do stuff cheap! 

So how I made this happen is I got a Megabus (best buses out there) ticket for $20 from SA to DFW. Why? Because flying out of DFW is going to save an immense amount of money. Getting to a larger airport for cheap is almost always the best option. Sometimes there are funny deals some cities have going like SA and Seattle, but, normally, the larger the airport the cheaper it'll be to fly out of. And the same goes for flying into somewhere. I went up a day earlier than my flight because that's how the bus schedule coincided with my flight. I didn't want to spend the night in DFW airport so I was desperatly trying to remember who I knew in Dallas when I remembered my friend Brent! I'd met him when we were both serving at a Vipassana meditation sitting a year prior. He welcomed me enthusiastically, he was just excited to get to talk to someone about traveling. And this guy has been so many places. He has lived in Japan and almost everywhere in South America. He has an incredible knack for languages and has collected many an item from all over the world. Seriously, his room was amazing with all the things he had brought back from his travels. I kind of hope I can have a room that looks like that one day. And we had a great night with some incredible Indian food at one of the cooler resturaunts I've ever been to. It was awesome, and then he took me to the airport early in the morning to see me off.

Now I have never been on a flight where the plane is not the at the very last terminal and I'm not sat in the very back of the aircraft. But somehow, this flight, I got upgraded to first class for free!? Woo!! Who woulda thunk it? Well this means I get to drink free whisky and eat my free crappy airplane food while I watch the sun set outside and the stars slowly start to peek out.

And I can't help but remember a similar flight I took two years ago the first time I went to Europe. I once flew overnight from Seattle to Iceland (maybe I've written about this before) and I had the most incredible thing happen. I hadn't expected this at all, but I woke up in the middle of the night on that flight and casually glanced out the window only to be awstruck by the Northern Lights staring me down. It was so incredibly beautiful I couldn't believe it. I was listening to the Icelandic radio station at the time and it was just so perfect for the lights. With the bells and the chimes, it was cold music, but the Northern Lights are a cold thing. It was inspiring. It was more beautiful than I could imagine. The green wavering ribbons. They're so graceful and so quiet you know? It's scary almost, you could be going about your buisness one night in the North and if you don't happen to look up you'd have no idea that they were up there dancing away. 

So I finally go to Ireland and I only wanted one thing... to sleep. I knew I shouldn't of stayed up all night and that the jetlag would get me, so I decided to use today as my buffer day. I hoofed it out of the airport to the first wooded area I found, pitched my tent and passed out for 6 hours and it was awesome. I love camping in the cold!! Woke up around 4, walked back to the airport for some wifi and now I'm attempting to tinder a stay haha. And if that doesn't work out I'll just stage for my hitching tomorrow! If you care to find me look toward the Western sky!!! (for y'all I guess it'd be East though)

Anyways, I miss you all! Can't wait to see Ireland. I'll update you when cool things actually happen :)

My home

Arriving in Ireland! 

Be happy :),

Beacon 

Sneaking into Mexico (accidentally)

I went to Mexico the other day and has a very interesting experience. Ivonne and I are actually still baffled by what happened there. I think every conversation we've had since then has included the exclamation "I can't believe we got kicked out of Mexico!". Now I apologize now that there are no photos from Mexico, but I really thought we would be staying there longer and I had no time to take any. And so, without further ado, here is that story.

I had met Ivonne a week prior and she was that free spirited type of person. The kind who'll do some crazy things on just a whim. We were talking one Wednesday and she was telling me about her family in Monterrey, Mexico when I said we should just go to Mexico sometime and visit them. Well why not this weekend she asked. And in that way we decided to drive to Mexico. It's only a 5 hour drive from San Antonio to where her aunt lives. We were both super excited to be on our way. I picked her up Friday after she got out of school and we road tripped down to the border with me trying to learn Spanish on the way there.

Now we got to the border in Laredo and we didn't really know where to go. We were just following signs to Monterrey really. We passed over a bridge, which I was pretty sure was the Rio Grande, drove through some checkpoint like stations, and were lost in some town that I was pretty sure was Mexico, but we didn't know. We didn't know because literally no one stopped us at any of the checkpoint things. No one stopped us to ask us for ID's, passports, visas, or anything. We just drove through everything without talking to a single person and then bam, we were in Mexico (though we still weren't sure). Because why would we not get checked for a passport or anything??? So we were really confused, but kept going just following signs to Monterrey. We had to stop at a gas station and ask for directions once (we were going the right way though). So on we go on our merry little way. We get to the "highway" and keep going on that. By this time we have been driving in Mexico for about an hour, and we get pulled over. We don't really know what's up because we hadn't done anything wrong (that we knew of). Thank goodness Ivonne speaks Spanish way better than I do because apparently we were in trouble. Apparently we had come into Mexico illegally, though not intentionally. The feds had stopped us and we didn't have any of the things we needed that we probably should have gotten at the border. We believe somehow we accidentally skipped at a checkpoint or something and that's how we got in, but, again, we are not sure. The officers were saying that we had committed a felony and yada yada yada. They said they were supposed to take the car and take me to jail. And Ivonne was just pleading with them to let us go back and do whatever we needed to do or saying we'd just go back to America. This goes on for a little while because we are so confused and so they take her out of the car and talk to her (because she actually speaks Spanish). Apparently they were asking her all sorts of things like what we do for a living and how we are funding this trip. Ya' know? Those sort of pointed questions like they want something. And then they ask for $200 to let us go. Yes, they were asking for a bribe. And they said they would give us the code word for the next cop who stopped us. Just to tell them Officer Ochenta stopped us and we would be free to go. Unfortunately we only had $42 though and 300 pesos. Well we were kind of screwed then. A while later they are finally convinced we have no money and tell us to just go back to America. We GTFOed haha. We were so gone. So so so gone.

We were worried about not getting back into America, but we made it back in. And we made it past the first checkpoint in America, telling neither that we'd just snuck into Mexico accidentally. Interesting times in Mexico for sure. I'm gonna try not to drive there next time! But it was so much fun. Good experiences all around! No harm no foul after all.

I'm headed to Ireland in two days, I'll update again sometime over there.

Be happy,

Beacon :)

Upon those travelers who make their way without maps or guides

"Upon those travelers who make their way without maps or guides, there breaks a wave of exhilaration with each unexpected change of plans. This exhilaration is not a whore who can be bought with money nor a neighborhood beauty who may be wooed. She (to persist in personifying the sensation as female) is a wild and sea-eyed undine, the darling daughter of adventure, the sister of risk, and it is for her rare and always ephemeral embrace, the temporary pressure she exerts on the membrane of ecstasy, that many men leave home" - Tom Robbins

I know it's been a while since I've written, but I thought I'd catch you all up on what has happened and what is, more importantly, about to start happening.

After the fishing season Amber, Max, and I had to bring the Deer Harbor II down through Canada and back to Bellingham, WA. At this point in the season everyone is just itching to be done and get back, but, unfortunately, we are at the whim of the weather. This trip could easily take weeks, but somehow we manage to make it perfectly in four days. We had 0 weather delays which was all I could ask for at this time in the season. Down through Canada we got to see a few killer whales pods too! I was worried I wouldn't see any this season, but they came through for me and there was no disappointment. We came upon one pod with like 30 in it at one point and stopped to watch them playing around. They'd come over close to the boat to check it out or splash about with all this other whale friends. Here's a few (including a baby and a massive bull) who came a little closer to the boat to see what's up!

It was all pretty sweet and we finally made it to Bellingham to have one last awesome crew night together before I headed to Seattle via Amtrak the next day. I didn't linger in Seattle as I had bought a dirt cheap plane ticket back to San Antonio, Texas to surprise my family. Seriously though, you gotta try skyscanner. It's this super awesome app that finds these super cheap tickets. I bought the ticket from Seattle to San Antonio the day before and it was only $150. I couldn't pass that up! And so before I knew it I was on a plane down South! Interestingly enough I was sat next to Rick Steves on the flight. I had no idea who this guy was, but turns out he has my dream job! He has a television show about traveling Europe! I would do anything to get paid to travel. Dang, that job is legit. But anyways, huge coincidence eh? I, the traveling bum, am sat next to the famous traveler. Sometimes you gotta love fate. After swapping a few stories he gave me his card and, seeming a little interested in my traveling, he was off! Until next time Rick Steves, maybe I'll see you in Europe.


Long story short, I made it home. It was fun for a few days and I did all my housekeeping things (going to the doctor, visiting with my dog, getting tattooed) before I started getting bored again. Now this is dangerous ground, trust me. I just came back from Alaska with a fat check and nothing to do. On another note it's always weird going from poor to rich (relatively). So now for what is in store: Me and Stumbles (you may remember her) planned a trip to Peru in January for her birthday, I'm going to Mexico today with someone I just met last week, and I bought a plane ticket to Ireland for next week... All of this happened unexpectedly within a few days. I love the randomness of it all and I cannot wait to get back into the game! Real blog posts are soon to come, this is more of an update on my boring home life :)

Be happy,

Beacon

Tin roofs, dreams, stars, and letters

    Sometimes in life you just need things to be simple. A little while ago it was just Parker, Finn, and I on the RS40. The other boats had run to town leaving us to take care of any fishermen who'd happen to wander in. We quickly used all our ice packing a few boats and there was nothing else we could do but wait for the Deer Harbor to get back. We had a whole day off. A complete day of doing nothing but whatever we wanted. I spent a lot of the day in my sleeping bag reading "You Can't Win" (I highly suggest it). With no one yelling, no sound of an engine or boom, and no schedule weighing on our minds. We turned on the generator a few times to cook and watch movies, but other than that is was blissfully quiet. That is, except for the soft pitter patter of rain on the tin roof. If you can find me something more relaxing than that, something that'll put me at ease quicker or sound sweeter to my ears, I'd kneel at your feet. Under that roof, relaxed, we talked of train hopping and traveling. About Parkers dog and his friend's wedding and how big it was going to be. How excited he is to see all his friends in one place again. Intermittently we would doze off on foam atop plywood. Not beds made for kings and queens, but we aren't kings or queens so no worries. Some people get so entitled. They just make themselves unhappy by always wanting more, never being satisfied. The truth of it is, I mean the key to happiness, is just in loving what you've got. Even if it's just some foam on some plywood under a tin roof being drummed by thousands of tiny raindrops. Don't get me wrong though, if you're in a tight spot get out of it. Don't settle for shit. Some of the truest words I'd ever heard Max had told me, right there a few weeks ago. 'If nothing else, every man deserves two pillows'. 

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Boat dreams. By dreams I mean when you fall asleep and see yourself in strange places doing strange things that, at the time, seem perfectly logical. But I also mean dreams in the sense of goals you aspire to obtain. Both occur on a boat. When you get on a boat you have the strangest dreams. Mine can be so vivid they'll wake me. I don't remember what I dream, but I know it's intense. They leave an affect on you when you wake. Like you just came back from another world. You see, the dreams are so vivid sometimes that you aren't sure they were altogether a dream. They're the dreams that come with deep sleep. The kind of sleep that comes after the deprivation of sleep and a long hard day. And then you have time to daydream. And you dream of all the places you'll go once the season is over. All the sandy beaches you'll dig your toes into, all the books you'll read, and all the plums you'll devour. Your imagination runs wild, so wild. At least, mine does.

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The stars in Alaska are wild. When I'm lucky enough to get a clear night... It's not even dark enough until around 11 to see them. And God do they blaze. I walked out on deck after we'd finished all the work and shut off the deck lights. I hopped down the totes close enough to the hydros on the upper deck. I'd just had an incredible dinner of fried halibut cheeks and was on my way to the barge to try and read some chapters of the book I was currently on. I knew it was futile, every night I'd read maybe a paragraph before I felt my eyelids would start to droop. Or maybe I wouldn't even get to the book. Often times I open my book, see my friends letters that I use as a bookmark, and decide to re-read them. I was on my way to do this when I chance looked up at something that'd caught my gaze. As if Medusa had locked eyes with me and I was set in stone, it just stopped me. They're just so bright when you're truly in the middle of nowhere. And every time I look up at stars like that everything else melts away. It's like all my worries are gone. All my aches and pains and fears just ebb away as I get sucked up into the sight of them. My peripherals blur around me, the stars fill my eyes and it feels like they're drawing me up to them. Like I'm floating towards 'em, my feet no longer on the ground. And I can be content with my life. Not happy, not sad, but simply and blissfully content. No more worries, no more heartache. 

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There is something about writing a letter. There's also something about receiving a letter, but I'm not here to talk about that. Most everyone knows how exciting it is to receive an old fashioned letter, but writing them is different. It's like you're pouring yourself out, waterfalling from the soul and heart down into your arm, through pen in hand, and splashing all over a piece of paper. And by the end of it that paper should be so sodden with your emotion that the reader should forget that you're in God knows where doing God knows what and they should reach out to touch you only to be startled that you're not right beside them.  I'm not saying I can do this, because it's doubtful that I can. But that's my aim when I sit down and really write a letter. I put it all in if I have the energy, because it's exhausting to write a good letter to someone. It's exhausting knowing all your hard work and truest feelings may be lost in transit by some chance of fate. It's exhausting hoping that someone'll write back and waiting for it always until you finally give up on them. Not to say that's how it happens, but sometimes it does. Needless to say, I enjoy writing letters and a big thank you to everyone who has written me in my lifetime. It's much appreciated and always will be.

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Alaska is well, I wish I had more of an update for y'all. It's been rough, but it's going quickly enough. September 20th is sneaking up on me. Hope to see some of you after all this. I know I haven't been away long, but when you live without worrying about the time of day, day of the week, or month of the year it seems like a lot more time has gone by than really has. 

Be happy y'all, 

Beacon 

 

Just another day in paradise

The day was over at this point. Work had been done and we were all happy about it. Nothing left to do but celebrate the days success. Parker, Finn, and I jump off the barge and onto the Amber Anne with Steven, Hans, and John. We drive to Mite island just outside the cove and anchor up.

 

 

Beers come out, soon followed by shenanigans. It first starts with roman candles. Innocent you know? But before you know it we've skipped bottle rockets altogether and escalated to them big f***ers and then onto them 'how is this even legal' f***ers. It's 11'o'clock and not even full dark yet, but here we all are lightin' off these massive explosions in the sky.

 

 

 

And then we find out (by accident of course) that if you throw the fireworks on top of the water they just float there and explode on top!! And then we were entertained by that.

 

 

But oh my God the BOOM these things made. First you'd get the initial boom as it was launched from the tube and the rattling metal of the table under the tube. Then, 4 seconds later, there was the shell exploding with bursting color and you could feel it shake the boat. But that wasn't the good part. After that you could follow the sounds of the blast. It went into Mite cove and it'd take 3 seconds before you'd here the echo come back at you and a full 5 seconds after that before you hear the echo come back from the other side of the straight. And then you can follow that echo forever down the straight. Seriously, for 30 plus seconds you hear this booming echo rolling down the straight and you know 10 miles down the way in Pelican they're just like 'them f***ers are shootin' off fireworks again'. 

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There are a few moments in your life where you reach a completely blissful state. Each time it always comes around just a lil' differently than the last. Like you've been working all day. Seriously, all day. You were up at 7am and it's now 1am. Your shoulder feels like it's about to fall out of its socket and your wrists are danglin' at the end of your arms. You need some vitamin I for your joints. Part of you wants to shower, but that's too much work. Another part wants to eat, but again that is too much work. Then Amber throws down a beer to each of us and you realize that's actually all you wanted. And we all sit there drinking in the rain. You can finally just lean back on a tote and you look up. But it's not really a look, nor is it a glance. You're not throwing your head back either, it's more like you lift your chin up just enough so that if you stop all effort your head just collapses backwards leaving you staring up. And of course your eyes are closed as you do this and with a huge sigh you can let the tension shed out the rest of your body. It feels like you're solid sitting there on that tote. Gravity has such a strong hold on you that you're now a permanent fixture of the deck. And then you open your eyes and just see dark above. Pure blackness and then the little drops of rain fading in and out of the deck lights. And it's just blissful. 

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I suppose people wonder what it is that I actually do. I'll explain it shortly. I work between two different boats and a barge. Deer Harbor II, Amber Anne, and RS40 (the barge). We are tenders. They are all in Mite cove in Southeastern Alaska and the trolling fisherman of the area come to Mite cove to meet up with us. We then take fish from the fisherman, sort them by weight and type of fish, pack them in totes of ice, and then give the fisherman back ice so they can go out and start fishing again. 

The RS40 (where I live) 

We also give them groceries, water, and fuel. Then once we are full (we're significantly bigger than they) we take the fish to the processing plant in Sitka. It sounds pretty simple, but I swear it ain't. And I swear it ain't easy either. But there's more to it than just the heavy lifting, hard work, and long hours you put in. There's way more. There's the incredible people you work with. Amber, Max, and Parker were my friends way before I even went on any adventures. And they're still my friends now. Some of the more incredible people I know in my life. I mean, most of you probably know anyways, I brag about Amber as my friend and my boss all the damn time. She's all tatted up but the sweetest soul on the whole planet. She works like a haus and cooks like a five star chef. And then there's just freakin' Alaska and the pure wildness that's what Alaska really is. Honestly the weather is pretty shitty, but when it's good, oh when it's good, it's jaw dropping. Seriously. Like when you take those once a year vacations to some incredible place, it's like that here all the damn time! 

Evolution of the day: 

Parker (right) and Amber (left)

And then there's still the little adventures we take in the skiff. To go to the beach or wherever. And it all just feels so earned. It feels like you really deserve to have something this beautiful around you all the time because you work your ass off for it. 

You all be happy,

Beacon

There's whisky in my coffee

Okay! I think I've got it!! It's never for sure, but I'm on the Deer Harbor II/RS40/Amber Anne. Yeah, they're three different boats (well one's a barge). But that's how it'll probably be as far as I can tell. Also, this is kind of gonna be a long post since it'll be a while before I can even post it...

 

Now the other day I was on the Amber Anne. Helping to drive it up from Bellingham to Ketchikan. I was about to get some shut eye (it was 2300 and I was to wake up 0100 to drive), when, from out of the blue, Steven got a text saying I was flying to Juneau the next day. And that was all the info we got. No idea why or what for, but I was going. So okay, I was headed to Juneau then. It was totally unexpected which made me even more excited and I had something to ponder on my graveyard driving shift. Then , around 0300, when the sun was coming up there was this perfect window. Just freakin' prefect. And the sun was shining directly over the mountains to the East and into a small rain cloud to the West in order to create this vibrant 3am sunrise double rainbow. Now if that doesn't sound cool to you I don't know what would 'cause it was awesome. And this was the only time in my life where I have seen, up close, the end of a rainbow. 

 

3am sunrise double rainbow

 

And so my shift ended at like 0600. I wasn't paying a lot of attention to how close we were to Ketchikan because I was freakin' tired. So the skipper took my place at 0600 and I went down to bed. At 0615 Steven is waking me up. "Harry, get ready to dock, we're here." And I look at my watch and I'm like oh dear lord whyyyyyy. But we get all tied up and all is well. We still don't know when I'm headed to Juneau though and there're only 2 flights out per day. In order to make the first flight I would have to make the 0815 ferry so we were frantically trying to get word of when I needed to head out. We're sitting there just waiting for word. It's getting down to the line, and Bullet decides if we don't get word by 0800 it's not possible for me to make it there. So guess what happens. At exactly 0800 I get a text with a photo of my confirmation. Dammit, we don't know if I'll make it.... Everything whirls into gear instantly. Bullet is on the phone getting a cab here ASAP, Steven is helping me with my rain gear, I've got all my other shit, and we're all out the door instantly climbing the ladder up to the dock. 3 minutes later Bullet gives me $20 for the cab and the ferry and I'm gone with some hasty goodbyes and handshakes. I really enjoyed working with those two. Well then I'm speeding in a cab down all these side roads around the town to make it there in time. We're pulling up to the ferry terminal (if I miss this ferry I miss the flight) and the cabbie says "The gate is closed.... You better run." And run I did. I flew down that ramp and jumped on the back of that ferry the instant it started pulling away. A sprint finish. And then I'm on a plane headed to Juneau through Wrangell and Petersburg. I still had no clue what to do once I got to Juneau though and couldn't imagine why I was going there. But when I landed I got a text saying that I was to get on a float plane up to Pelican. Well alright, that's exciting. So I hang out and then jump on the float plane. I'd never been in one before and they are so neat. Those things are the coolest little planes to fly in too!

 

 

 

 

Coming into Pelican

 

A sweet ride and one new friend later I received some puzzling instructions. Because it sounded to me like my boss was coming to pick me up in a plane himself. But I just went with it. I hung out for 20 minutes in Pelican with my new friend when another plane flew in and sure enough it was my boss and some of his buds. So it feels like I'm a rock star being picked up in a float plane and flown over to the boat. And this wasn't a chartered flight either, so we were weavin' and bobbin' and having a good ol'time. It was an incredible experience. And then we got to the boat and I got to see all my friends that I hadn't seen since Alaska again! It was seriously grand because these are my people. I mean there is just a group of people that everyone belongs to ya' know? Not to sound like I'm stereotyping everyone, but generally there is a group of people that everyone is just similar to. And this is my group. Straight up. All these guys'n'gals do awesome things. They've hitchhiked cross country, traveled all over, been homeless, train hopped, and just lived life. They've just got it all right and they do it well. It's the way I like it. They're all tatted up and have piercings, but they are the nicest people you'll ever meet in your life as well as the hardest workers. I love these people so much. It's nice being able to shoot the shit on a level playing field where we can all talk about hitching or stealthing in cities or whatever. I love that so much. The boat I am working on is pretty sweet too!

 

The Deer Harbor II 

 

And so is the barge where I live.

 

Le barge (yeah we're pirates)

 

My bunk

 

And the view from the front deck is pretty rad.

 

 

Alaska is just an incredible place. It's a place where you work all damn day long and at the end of the day you and your buddies all pour a shot of whisky. Almost like a cheers to 'we made it through another day!'. It's the best sunsets I've ever seen in my life (and I've seen some good ones). It's where Amber comes on deck and asks us if we want coffee when we're too busy to go inside and she brings out coffee with the unmistakable taste of whisky as the creamer (actually surprised at how good coffee and whisky go together). And it's a place where you can fucking say fuck as much as you fucking want (sorry to offend anyone, but we all know I say fuck a lot anyways) because shit is fucking rough. There're whales in the sound and bears on the beaches. And damn it all, but it's just fucking cool.

 

(This picture does no justice)

 

Be happy y'all,

Beacon

P.S. The ship Amber Anne ran hard aground but it's okay and I wasn't on it.

And if anyone wants to mail me you can send it to:

Harry via Deer Harbor II

507 Katlian. Sitka, Alaska.

99835

I love letters :)

I'm on a boat explicit explicit

Hell's yeah. I made it onto the boat. Not quite the boat I expected to be on, but there's some wheelin' and dealin' in the mix and we'll see where I end up if I end up anywhere at all (maybe I'll just be jumping around all summer). I'm finally here after that whole freakin' adventure. It took me all that, just to get to this boat. And you know what? It was incredible. I mean seriously, what a journey to get to the Amber Anne. And I didn't get to the boat to have the journey end. Oh no, stepping onto the boat with my fishing boots on was like stepping into a whole new adventure and a world so not like anything else that it's shocking.

So here is how it works. It seems to me that there is a tribute that must be paid to work on a boat. You basically have to show up early and do boat work for no pay. I don't know how that works, but it seems like you end up having to do that for every boat, no matter what, in order to work on it. And so right now I'm paying my tribute in order to move into the time where the boat makes money and I get paid. They provide food and housing for us while we do this, which is like pay for me, so it doesn't matter at all. My tribute involves everything about being a grown man let loose... I run around all day with blowtorches, pipe wrenches (the massive ones), huge tools, and mysterious engine liquids. It's what every guy dreams of I suppose. And it's beautiful. Just gorgeous. The blue of the water and the huge mountains. Waterfalls and whales. Everything up this way is on a much grander scale. And I love it. 

 

But how it's working out is I am on the Amber Anne writing this (it won't be posted until God knows when). I hopped on this boat with the skipper Bullet and two other deckhands, Steven and another kid (but he already quit). The owner is Hans though. Bullet and Steven brought the boat up from San Diego (I should of hopped on down there but there were some communication breakdowns) to Washington where Hans bought the boat. Bullet, Steven, and I worked on the boat there for three days and then ran 'er up through Canada and into Alaska. Just about 20 minutes ago I got word that I'm flying to Juneau in the morning. No reason why or what I'm doing there, but I'll fly from Ketchikan to Juneau randomly (we'll see what that's about). My speculation is that I'm getting onto the Deer Harbor II somehow (dunno where they're at right now). Which'll be awesome because I'll get to see my old friends! But I really have enjoyed working with Bullet and Steven. Now I'm sorry this post is so short guys, but this is basically just an update on where I am and what I'm doing. I work a lot so there isn't time to weave magical words into this blog right now. I'll add a ton of pictures, and maybe one night I'll really sit down and sacrifice a couple of my few hours of sleep to blog it out for y'all. But just know it's truly wild up here. These places are still untamed and I love the feeling of living in them. 

 

Bullet & Steven

 

 Amber Anne (since been changed from Croatian)

 

Workin'

 

Supplies and Steven

 

Driving a boat

 

Sunset around 2200

 

O' Canada 

 

Life's good :)

 

Be happy y'all,

Beacon