Archive for the 'Dispatches' Category

River Wisdom

April 21, 2006

by Neil Zawicki

Sailing is a thing to be done for the thing itself. And if any two sailors get together and start talking in terms of “I’ve been here,” and “I’ve been there,” you can be sure that before long – and allowing there is an available boat – the pair will find themselves clipping along famously, sails full, hull leaning smartly to leeward.

Generally, such last-minute trips are cooked up in bars, and this one was no exception. Read the rest of this entry »


Dispatch: Caving in NorCal

April 14, 2006

by Wiley Davis

"Do you want to go first?" This is what he asked me."Sure. Why not." I said. I didn't want to go first. "It's just a little hole." I threw the coil of rope into the horizontal tube and followed it with my feet. The tube was so small that my size twelve feet were unable to point upright and had to be turned sideways to fit. Read the rest of this entry »

Dispatch: Fur Rondy, Anchorage, Alaska, USA

April 14, 2006

by Neil Zawicki

It's a scene where everyone goes a little batty for two weekends. I don't think there is a way to describe in writing what the white winter does to the head, but let us pause and reflect on Admiral Byrd, who elected to be locked in an underground shelter in Antarctica equipped with only a radio, some paper, and some canned peaches. Eventually — he snapped — begging to be rescued. The expedition was written off and kindly swept under the carpet to retain his national hero status. But why he cracked, no one knows. Read the rest of this entry »

Dispatch: Chugach (chew-gatch)

April 14, 2006

by Aaron Selbig

The Anchorage International Airport has recently been re-named after Ted Stevens, our beloved senior Senator who's been bringin' home the bacon since about 1803. It's under heavy construction. As I guide my rusty Oldsmobile through a maze of toppled pylons and half-erected signposts, I reflect on Ted's career and the beautiful woman I've just sent off to Fairbanks. Read the rest of this entry »