Hosing off the fish slime at the end of unloading a catch. The task may not be glorious, but the view sure is. Iceberg fishermen. Yes, that’s a job. They’re looking for a certain shade of blue in the 'berg to know they have the right stuff. Hauling ice out of the bay is a good way to work up a sweat – and then freeze. A good wicking sweater helps Scott here battle both the heat and the cold. The Last Frontier demands nerves of steel and shirts of Cordura. The month of April on the glacier looks a bit like January everywhere else.
It’s easy to tell who owns the business in Alaska. Just look for the guy with the most callouses and slivers. There’s no limit to what you can do and how far you can go on The Last Frontier. You just need to get creative about how you get there. No grid? No problem. Valley Sawmill has been running since 1979 and just recently hooked up to it. The work can be brutal. But even the saltiest dockhand will tell you – you can’t beat the view.
