The westward turn along the Glenn Highway skirts the Chugach Mountains and then heads into the fertile MatSu valley. I’d…
Because I was dating his sister-in-law, because the Three Sisters took her name from, well, the three sisters in his…
We had the boat. We had the crew. We had groceries. We were shipshape. Even the engine was starting to purr,…
We reached our home port a little short on groceries. No sense carrying stuff till we needed it. There was one exception:…
The skipper neglected to point out Bligh Reef as we made the turn into Valdez Arm. Not that I would…
I didn’t expect that we’d be headed to Prince William Sound. Then again, the Three Sisters was not run like…
Research, research, research. That’s my mantra. And if you want to write about what it’s like to be a commerical…
UPCOMING Appearances: Alaska Book Week. I’ll be there to talk about true-crime! Don’t worry if that’s not your thing — there’s…
It’s easy enough to say that Mark Coulthurst was ambitious, even driven, for success. That he was diversifying by working…
Mark Coulthurst’s story belongs to Blaine, WA., a small farming and fishing community between Bellingham and Vancouver, B.C.. It was…