Alaska, 1990, pt. 2

Kennicott, 1990.

On the road to Valdez, we took a 60-mile detour to visit McCarthy and Kennicott, an abandoned mining town. It wasn't the most convenient stop, but we figured if we didn’t check it out now, when would we? The journey included a treacherous 30-mile drive down a rough dirt road in the middle of nowhere. By the time we reached McCarthy, we had managed to ream out two tires.

Getting to McCarthy is an adventure in itself; you have to cross a river on a hand tram. So, we lugged our flat tire over the river and found a guy on the other side who specialized in tire repair. To our surprise, he fixed the tire for a surprisingly low fee. Given how far we were from civilization, he could have charged us anything, but instead, he was shockingly fair.

McCarthy itself had a population of barely twenty-something people. It was quaint but also a bit eerie, especially considering the dark history: years ago, a resident computer programmer went on a rampage and shot up the town, taking out half the population, which amounted to about ten people. A real testament to the wild side of life in the Alaskan wilderness!

Plant foreman, "Mad" Max, Paul processing, me processing, & me on boat.

Well, after a pit stop in Anchorage, we finally made it to Valdez. We came with recommendations to Nautilus Marine. We felt we had solid references, sharing mutual acquaintances with some of the plant management. As it turned out though, in the middle of salmon season, Nautilus will hire about anybody.

Icing salmon on the dock, working & playing in the ice house, packing w/ Erin.

Nautilus was hard work and long hours, but a lot of fun too. Every week the community would host, "The Feed" at a local church. Fishery workers from all around could come by the church for a free meal. We also had a drink at the bar where Capt. Hazelwood got drunk before causing the Exxon Valdez oil spill.

Continued from Alaska, 1990, pt. 1