When in high school I hated reading what the English teacher wanted me to read. So finally in frustration she let me read anything! So I learned English reading about Fred Bear, Jack, and the other great hunters of the time. When under the care of Uncle Sam, he flew me over AK six times back and forth to south east Asia. I went back to college at 38, graduated, sold everything hoping to move then. My son whom I was raising, with the truck full, said; "Dad I don't want to go. I will miss mom and gram." So I stayed and taught in Watertown nine years. He went to college and moved on. I walked into school one day and resigned. They asked if I had another job and I said no, I am going to AK to teach. Flew up, got three offers and took a job teaching as an itenerate in Eskimo villages on the Bering coast. Sold everything that would not fit into the pickup, loaded the dog and the stuff in as soon as school let out and drove up.
This is my forth year and I know I sound like I have been here forever. I have taught in Elim, Shaktoolik, Aniak, Nulato, Valdez; been to Kotzebue, Nome, Golovin, Koyuk, Unakaleet, Kaltag, most otheres on the Bering coast, all the villages on the Yukon from Nenana down to Nulato, driven the haul road and all the other roads escept one. Lived in the truck prospectiing the Keani, below Denali and others. Ihave lived in seven places in my first three years up here. each has its own great stories. Like in Shaktoolik, one day it was -50 and the wind was blowing 50 mph, It was so cold that the dog would not even go out to pee for two days!
Had so great times, some times I almost quit teaching, but love Valdez excep the lack of hunting. I am working on that one though!