I think the best way to go about this is a quick and dirty run down with few details. Not my prefered writing style, but if you make it to the end of the update, you'll understand why. And if you get overly curious about any of the major events, you can always get the book this fall. I promise it'll be a good read.
To pick up where I left off I was playing beach bum in a little village in Oaxaca Mexico. Everything was going splendidly, and life was as good as it gets. But as is the nature of an Alaskan Dude, I have a tendency to take everything just a little too far...or alot too far...
There's a certain code of conduct one must abide while traveling or lingering anywhere one goes, particularly in third world nations. Do NOT behave as though you are a local. You're not. And there are consequences if you do.
Give the wrong woman attention in the wrong circumstances and you're liable to end up getting your head bashed in with a chunk of foundation concrete. Start a business selling alcohol on the street and you're liable to get your backpack blown up in an attempt on your life.
My "plans" had gone to hell in a handbasket within a few short weeks, with people trying to kill me from all sides and my gear literally obliterated it was time to make a decisive move. I borrowed a chunk of change from a good friend and made my way to San Cristobal in Chiapas to try and put a new kit together. The town was famous for it's markets and the most logical place to go next. Once there it became increasingly clear there was no way I would be able to get everything I needed to maintain my unique lifestyle on the Road, my gear is just that critical. And it was a real bummer.
Serendipity stepped in, when a good friend of mine offered me a spot on a cod boat out of Kodiak Alaska. Please don't misunderstand me, there is almost nothing appealing about leaving the south of Mexico for the bush of Alaska in the winter time, but it was obviously my magic bullet. So I made my way to Mexico City to catch a plane back to the frozen north to kill more fish.
The season went well. Better than expected. With a myriad of minor random adventures all of which served to remind me why I'm a full time vagrant fisherman and only a part time beach bum. With Cod season wrapped up we drove the boat from Kodiak to Kenai in Cook Inlet to prepare for the much awaited salmon season. With the boat more or less ready I took a week and a half off to visit my family in Anchorage, a rare occasion for me anymore.
Now we are in Kenai, and the salmon are running. In a months time when the killing is over and the season is closed I will have my book published and be on my way south again. In the mean time I'll do my very best to keep the blog up.
My life is the purest form of absurdity.