Something fishy is going on, and I’m determined to find out what it is. No more hovering above this new world. I’m diving in. Avoiding freshly caught fish is not how to be, especially here in Seward, which must be THE haven for fishing.

I embrace the world of fisher-people. Approaching the area where the fresh catch is being weighed and dissected, I see blood. I see the slimy skin as it slaps the buckets. I give no sympathy to my unprotected olfactory senses.

I announce boldly to Joel as I pick up my pace: “OK, I am now an Alaskan woman!” …and just that moment, as I pass two guys speaking with that wonderful Francis McDormand accent from “Fargo”, and one of them says to me: “Do you live here?” Wow…can it be that easy to blend in?

This picture says it all.

This one weighed 50 lbs

If I can get close to this, I can get close to anything!

the happy, tired, proud crew

Like hanging clothes up to dry. Where’s that sweet smell of the detergent and softener?

scenic Seward