March 29th, 2010

Petersburg Alaska is a big nasty place. The fishing boats are huge. The glaciers are huge. The mountains are huge. We came in here because we were tired of riding the same old lines year after year. All we had to go off was a few photos we scrounged off the internet. It was not easy leaving the comfort of those places that we know work. However, we need fresh visual and fresh lines. There is something about linking together all the pieces on a trip like this that makes it exciting. To venture into the unknown is a desire that posesses us. We love the exploration. Will this work? What is over that ridge? Does that line go? Does it hold up to the other places we have opened over the years?

Many other questions continue to race through our minds. We have had great recon and a little bit of filming so far. The hitlist grows everytime we get into the mountains. We have also been getting beat down by heavy weather. It rains as hard as anywhere in the world here. The forecast has improved. There are glimmers of hope on the horizon. Each night as I go to bed I recall a quote from my Alaska fishing journals from the early 90's. I would spend all my money heli skiing in Valdez and then head to the fishing docks to replensing the supplies. After one huge storm that we spent 36 hours stuck in the ocean getting our ass kicked I simply wrote:

May 27th, 1993

All storms eventually end

Sage and Ian McIntosh loading the heli Ian and Sage load into the magic flying machine for a day of exploration.

Sage and Seth in the big country scoping lines.

Dana scores some Southeast Powder.

Sage throws a 180 with some sweet ice in the background.

Seth shreds a Petersburg Nunatak.

The crew scoping AK lines. There is lots to check out here.

Poking around int the mix.

Sage scoping a big trophey line. We look forward to hitting this line.

Our ride home at the end of the day.

Any story on Petersburg would not be complete without a shot of the fishing docks. This is where people store their crab pots.