Alaska — Part Two
The Alagnak is a wild and vast river. Flowing for a hundred miles or more through the Alaskan bush, it rips apart tree-lined banks, tumbles rocks the size of refrigerators the distance of a football field, washing and wearing down the tundra. Finding it’s course it gouges new routes each season, turning rocks into pebbles and sand; It’s j0b since the dawn of time. Sending countless millions upon millions of gallons of freshwater over the wilderness to the ocean of Bristol Bay. My days are spent travelling The Alagnak as the captain of a 16 foot Lowe Roughneck flat bottom scow with a 60 HPRead More →











