Tele Aadsen

writer - fisherman - listener

Greet­ings from the Juneau Airport!

Remem­ber that last hal­ibut trip we made? Turns out we nailed our poundage, got every­thing we need­ed. We spent the next few days clean­ing up – scrub­bing every last drop of hal­ibut slime and blood, tak­ing the long­line gear off the boat and get­ting it set up to be ready to go trolling for salmon on July 1. Joel and I moved our­selves back onto the Ner­ka, ready to think about our own boat projects.

This week­end, I final­ly wad­ed through 10 days’ of email. Cruis­ing through with one fin­ger hov­er­ing over the delete but­ton, I stopped short at a post from 49 Writ­ers.

North Words Writ­ers Sym­po­sium,” read the head­line by Alaskan author Heather Lende. What’s that? Three days with my favorite Alaskan authors? The same writ­ers whose books fill my mem­oir proposal’s “Com­par­a­tive Titles” sec­tion, whose words I study devout­ly, awed by their evo­ca­tion of land­scape, com­mu­ni­ties and expe­ri­ences I rec­og­nize as my own? Reg­is­tra­tion lim­it­ed to 50 – a 1 to 3 faculty/participant ratio — with lit stars danc­ing in my eyes? Sched­uled per­fect­ly between my boat and fish­ing respon­si­bil­i­ties, only five days away?

My gods.

Once in a spe­cial while, oppor­tu­ni­ty appears spread-eagled before you, stun­ning with its bla­tant invi­ta­tion. That’s what I saw in that post. And with a fresh long­line check burn­ing in my wal­let and a part­ner who said, “Of course you should go,” I was in.

That’s not to say the trip plan­ning was easy. Hop­scotch­ing between remote com­mu­ni­ties in South­east Alas­ka takes effort. I spent the next two days fig­ur­ing out how to get from Bara­nof Island to Skag­way, one of only three com­mu­ni­ties in South­east Alas­ka that’s acces­si­ble by road. Thanks to one Boe­ing 737 – 400, two Cess­na bush planes, and one high-speed fer­ry, every­thing seems to have lined up just right.

Cap’n J bor­rowed a friend’s van to drop me off at the Sit­ka Air­port at 5:30 this morn­ing. By 6:30, I’d land­ed here in Juneau. In a few min­utes I’ll be board­ing a Cess­na Car­a­van to Skag­way – at nine seats, it’s one of the “big” planes.

My char­i­ot to Skagway.

Some deck­hands blow their hard-earned crew­share in the bar; I run off to a writer’s con­fer­ence. Excit­ed? Oh, yes. Anx­ious? That, too. Stand by for a deliri­ous report, bud­dies. Mean­while, do check out the North Words Writ­ers Sym­po­sium details here.

For my writer friends — any spe­cial requests? Ques­tions you’d like to ask if you were here? What dis­cus­sions would you attend?