The season here seems to be nearing it's end. Most are predicting a week to a week and a half left and we will be dry docking the boats and going our separate ways. It's always bitter sweet to see a season come to a close, but then, if it never ended, most of us wouldn't be very interested in it to begin with.
After I leave here I will be spending a few weeks relaxing in Anchorage and visiting with my nieces, September will be spent hunting up North in the interior, and once the freezers are filled I will head South to see what awaits me in Latin America. At least that's the plan.
I won't lie, I feel great. With my crew share in my pocket and updated equipment I will embark on a whole new journey. Leaving behind me every emotional anchorage that has ever hinted at a doubt in what I do. No more chasing across the country to try to intercept a girl, no more indirect agendas, I will be embracing the Road as I never have before. Goodbyes will be said, and they will be meant. Come what may. For the first time I feel absolutely free from obligation to return to anyone or anything.
After I leave here I will be spending a few weeks relaxing in Anchorage and visiting with my nieces, September will be spent hunting up North in the interior, and once the freezers are filled I will head South to see what awaits me in Latin America. At least that's the plan.
I won't lie, I feel great. With my crew share in my pocket and updated equipment I will embark on a whole new journey. Leaving behind me every emotional anchorage that has ever hinted at a doubt in what I do. No more chasing across the country to try to intercept a girl, no more indirect agendas, I will be embracing the Road as I never have before. Goodbyes will be said, and they will be meant. Come what may. For the first time I feel absolutely free from obligation to return to anyone or anything.