A Winter Alaskan’s First Summer
By Alex Stein I pull over to take yet another picture on the Seward Highway. “Unspeakably beautiful,” a man in a Grateful Dead t-shirt says. I nod. How can you argue with that? We talk for a long time about Alaska. Then we both stare out over the water at the snow-dotted peaks. Another car pulls in next to us and a woman gets out. She takes a few photos, says it was prettier the week before, and speeds off. I have a confession to make. On my first trip to Alaska, I drove a rented Toyota Tercel up the…
M*U*S*H on PBS in Alaska This Week
There are a few people I count as “honorary Alaskans.” You know the type. They come for a visit and fall in love with the mountains, the ocean, the seafood, the wildness, and most of all the people. The unpretentious, just-a-little-different breed that decides they’d like to do things their own way. They’re a hardy lot who doesn’t much care for how they do things “Outside.” They’re sort of Libertarian/Conservative/Socialists who think you should teach a man to fish, but for the most part would give you the shirt off their back if you needed it. Many have come to…