Simple, no frills writing but better for it. W. Short captures the appeal of Southeast Alaska. The vast wilderness and regional familiarity, the bounty, the subsistence, the inherent danger, the independence. Much of the posturing and plastered on superficiality of “Down South” is stripped away, humbled by salty spray and glacial winds. But the seas and the forest are brimming with life and one can carve out a living here if will and grit and luck combine to make it so. Every day presents a new challenge, a gamble.
Now, I can’t pretend I’ve roughed it up here, really got my hands dirty but I’ve brushed shoulders and swapped stories with those that have, some who still carry the great surnames found in these pages. I’ve seen the value wrung from land and sea with nothing more than good advice, the right tools, and persistence. As I tore through Short’s tales of fortune and failure I’d sometimes look out the window and I could see the same harbors, the same bays and points, the same mountains that he and his family worked to survive and have a little something extra at the end.
There’s something special about this chain of islands and inlets lining the BC coast and be sure: the folks crazy enough to put down roots on these rocky shores have stories to spare.