Monday, July 30, 2012

Slaughter House X, Pirogi and Killer Showers


I confess. I'm a cold-hearted butcher. I have slit the throats of 25 innocent chickens, bled them till their feet stopped quivering, scalded them with hot water, wrung them through a plucker and then threw them into an ice chest.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Reunions and Orwell

I'm mostly a solo-going person. Surprise, surprise, who would've guessed. Some call me antisocial, but that being said, I tell a lot of my friends to come visit me, and if I extend an invitation I really mean it.

Friday, July 27, 2012

The Arctic Luau

The evening dishwasher rethinking his career options. 
Coldfoot is like any other place, and that includes hanging out at the beach (in 40 degree weather) and having ourselves an Arctic-style luau----complete with rainbow grass skirts, coconut bras (specially imported from Hawaii by our very own Cory), and whiskey Mai Tai's. 

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Kevin, Oysters and Bear Shit


I've been flying around with my boss lately to the Noatak, Canning, Koyukuk...It never ceases to amaze me how he can land and take off on a strip that's maybe 200 feet long. 

Generation π: This Game Has No Name

Don't let them fool you... they are out for blood.
 Pictured above are the cannibalistic fowl that my boss kindly named the "Franken-Chickens". We are slaughtering them in 10 days. Yesterday they killed one of their own and devoured it: feathers, bones, beak and all. So watch out for blood-thirsty chickens. Otherwise, here's a glimpse of what life is like above the Arctic Circle.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Bush Pilots, Goslings and Anaphylaxis

I'm in Coldfoot, Alaska working for a Bush Plane company in the Brook's Mountain Range. It seems like I can't get away from spending my summers up north somewhere, so if I get to learn about flying and engines then all the better.

Solstice at around 2:30 am