“I ended up standing about 61\/2 to 7 feet from a Kodiak Grizzly.” Michelle Gill.<\/p><\/div>\n

Here is a delightful\u00a0story from one of our employees. \u00a0Michelle Gil is a Contract Support Administrative Assistant with S&K Global Solutions and sent us this account of her trip to Alaska from last summer. \u00a0Enjoy!<\/p>\n

Beauty Inexpressible<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

From the moment I boarded a 737 (one of eight modes of transportation to get to my destination) to the first white-knuckled, sea-sprayed skiff ride, I felt like I lived in a dream.\u00a0 Nothing, not even the realities of bathing only twice in eight days and \u2018marking my territory\u2019 in a patch of sea grass, dispelled the watercolour surrealism.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t believe what you hear about Texas ~ everything is bigger in Alaska.<\/p>\n

The snow-draped mountains of the Alaskan Range make my Blue Ridge and Shenandoah look like ant hills.\u00a0 The ice cold, hazel gaze of Uyak Bay is more seductive than Caribbean blue.\u00a0 The air and the wind and the waves and the rain taste sharper, strip you bare, and caress you deeper, than any you might encounter on either the West or East Coasts.<\/p>\n

This shouldn\u2019t surprise you ~ the Last Frontier is bigger than Texas, California, and Montana combined ~ twice the size of the Lone Star State.<\/p>\n

And the beauty.\u00a0 My God, the beauty.<\/p>\n

Everywhere you look, in any direction, there is nature, in all her raw and aching glory.\u00a0 It tightens the chest, fills the soul until you are overwhelmed and breathless, leaves you spent and satiated.\u00a0 It is almost too much.\u00a0 And yet, never enough.<\/p>\n

On two occasions, our small band of writers and adventurers sat spellbound in the skiff, clinging to humongous bins filled with the sloshing remnants of ice, sea water, and fish guts.\u00a0 Our cameras snapping madly, we watched hardy Alaskan fishermen haul up their purse seine nets for their third or fourth salmon catch.\u00a0 The sun gilded the hair on their brawny arms, muscles bunching and straining against the heavy fish and gravity.<\/p>\n

Knowing that purse seiners go out and do these \u201csets\u201d as many as twelves times, my heart ached to see jelly fish outnumber the salmon when the net made its final burst from the sea.\u00a0 Even \u201cpinks,\u201d salmon that is not as tasty as the \u201creds\u201d that run in May and June, and the \u201csilvers\u201d that run through September, would be a better catch than jelly fish and bull kelp.<\/p>\n

Working in much harsher conditions than your average postman, \u201cneither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night\u201d nor sleet, hail, or hurricane-force winds stays these stout-hearted men (and a few women) from their self-appointed fishing rounds.<\/p>\n