I write today from my new residence: a log cabin. The rain is pouring, the heat stove is on, and I have a view of misty mountains and the waters where my neighbors trap crab.
Yes, I made it to Tenakee Springs, Alaska! As mentioned previously, I have a summer job here helping to establish a new local history museum.
Since I have lived almost my entire life in cities of the East Coast, Tenakee represents quite a change for me. It is a tiny community, off the road system, on an island where bears outnumber people. My “commute” is a 15-minute walk down a gravel path, the only street. There is no police force and no garbage collection. Most households seem to be more or less off-the-grid. (The cabin where I am staying, for example, gets water from a well and power from a fuel tank out back.) People here bathe communally in the natural hot springs at the center of town.
I will write more about Tenakee and its history over the course of the summer. (I’ve been here for less than a week, so I’m still in the process of absorbing it all!)
As for my job, here’s what it is: Continue reading