Volume 45 - No. 02
January 08, 2015
by lyle e davis
Like you, I have taken notice of the many tv reality shows now offered on several cable tv networks.
Tales of the Yukon, of Alaska, of gold mining way up north, of living ‘off the grid,’ of hardship in wintertime . . . and it makes for interesting television.
To watch. Not to live. At least not for me. My idea of roughing it is the Hilton Hotel. I have not been to the Yukon but I have been to Alaska, several times. Fact is, a great uncle of mine was one of the pioneer settlers in the small town of Talkeetna, north of Anchorage.
Alaska is a different way of life. Even in the cities it’s not all that unusual to look out in your yard and see a moose . . . or deer. You and me? We’d be thrilled. Alaskans just shrug if off as an everyday occurence. Alaska is a beautiful state but there are warts.
I noticed, for example, while driving from Anchorage to Fairbanks, that it is not uncommon to see an absolute mansion, built of logs (much too grandiose to call a ‘log cabin,’ but, indeed, built of logs. Nicely manicured lawns, lovely forest background, everything nice and neat.
Then, less than a mile from that beautiful home . . . a tarpaper shack, with some logs, a car or two out front, up on concrete blocks. Looks like something out of Tobacco Road.
The Aurora Borealis near Fairbanks, Alaska
A rather severe and distasteful juxtaposition of architecture.
What happens is . . . there are no zoning laws in Alaska to speak of. And those that do exist are often ignored . . . perhaps less so in the cities . . but in the backcountry you would not want to be a code enforcement officer for zoning laws. You’d probably have a terrible accident somewhere in the woods and never be seen again. Alaskans tend to be mighty independent. And stubborn. And strong. And innovative. You need a little bit of each in The Paper - 760.747.7119
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order just to survive in that country. And that climate.
In the summertime you have the Alaskan National Air Force attacking you. Here in the lower 48 we would call them ‘mosquitoes.’ And you have “no-see-ums,” . . . tiny gnats that fly around your face, get into your nose, your ears, and make life rather uncomfort-
able. Still, there are the smells of the forest . . . pine resin . . . flowers . . . coffee brewing over a campfire . . . and barbecued beef . . . or perhaps venison from a deer you shot yourself.
Those same lovely, tastetempting smells, however, are also noticed by bears . . . and if they are hungry and in the area ... you just might get an
unexpected visit. Experienced visitors to Alaska, and those who already live there, have learned that you have to cache your food . . .usually high up in a tree ... or in some bear-proof container . . . like an armored truck. Bears are beautiful to see in their natural habitat . . . but they are also very territorial
North . . . to Alaska! Continued on Page 2