Transmitting Knowledge

 Talking deep shit in Nautilus tent city.

Blood Print

 The only evidence. One cool thing I had was the fact I had all my crew members put their fingerprint in salmon blood into my journal and autograph it.  It was a glorious collection until the backpack that held the journal was stolen from the breakroom and I was never able to complete the project. Sad trophy that never was.

Fish Heads

Bearded John in a tote full of salmon heads. He charged $1.00/photo. Not bad!

Freezer Crew

Freezer Crew are respected. With James A., Nautilus Marine, Valdez, AK.

 

111 for 1

Probably the only existing image of the short-lived, homemade, 
campground bar. Valdez, AK; Summer, 1991.

One fishless day in Valdez, when work was slow, a few campsite entrepreneurs decided to make the best of it. Using old pallets and scrap plywood, they threw together a makeshift bar.

They stocked up on cheap beer, a couple bottles of whiskey, and a big tin of loose-leaf tobacco. Then they spread the word around the campground—and to any passing tourists:

One beer, one shot, one cigarette — One Dollar!

What a deal! Everyone was thrilled.

There wasn’t a real shot glass to be found, so enormous pours were served in a plastic cap that might’ve come from a can of shaving cream or spray deodorant. Nobody minded. You had to roll your own cigarette, too, but at that price, nobody complained. Some folks skipped the cigarette altogether, figuring a beer and a shot for a buck was already a steal.

It was a great time while it lasted—just a few hours—until the police showed up and shut it down.

Afterward, we tore the bar apart and tossed it on the bonfire.
The photo above is probably the only proof it ever existed.

[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, Apr. 15, 2004]

Valdez Tent City

Bill welcomes you to tent city with freshly washed hair.