one of my bucket list locations is kodiak island in alaska. since we were young boys playing in the creek outside of our house hunting snakes with sticks, catching fish with spit, and building forts in sideways trees.
kodiak and the surrounding islands is where the last, real america is.
my younger, larger, stronger brother was there for a summer with the united states coast guard. but i'm the one writing this, so obviously i'm more clever.
it's not an easy place to get to. and i don't mean that because we live on the east coast. once you get to the pacific northwest, it is still an adventure just to get to kodiak. an airline, a small plane, and a ferry ride. i'm there. 2.63 of my 10 day vacation spent on travel there and back.
the first few hours at the port, and brother has told me everything there is to know about kodiak. and the things i don't want to know.
good news: brother has to work in the afternoon of the next day, and i can borrow a dingy from…
my hands hurt and shape and free and nothing. several professionals have quoted the job. never solicited but always recommended, by those who really know- farm it out. now vested in the land, i relish their price. two are mine for that. do it alone with neighbors, learning and slow. each blade of grass unique. time eternal and given. efficiency always wasted. work. on occasion, duty and chore delight. the tortoise always wins. read the story of old. i am neither sloth, nor hare. in a city of mice and men, we are the cheese.