Some paths lead to Alaska
We are one-hundred and eighty thousand pounds from being done with the the
2008 King Crab season. That means I am approximitely ten to fifteen days
from getting on an airplane and heading south. This makes me very happy.
I’ve been doing some reflecting over the last few days, and I’m reminded
of a documentry I saw on Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Kris Kristopherson,
and Willie Nelson. It showed their graduation pictures from high school.
Looking at the clean cut young men, you never would have guessed that they
would be considered “outlaws”. I think that is in some way true for a lot
of deckhands and I know it is for me. Not really that we are outlaws, but
that when we come up here to fish we really take on a new identity or at
the very least change a little.
When I graduated high school, I wanted to study history at college and
really had no idea what I wanted to do with it. Now some ten years later,
and numerous changes in my life’s direction, I’m in the middle of the
ocean at the top of the world doing a job that no more than four hundred
people do. I look at old pictures of myself with an old girlfriend, who I
was sure I was going to marry, or I think about my first day on the job in
Memphis and I was sure I found what I was going to be doing for a while
and I laugh. Its funny, but I guess that is life.