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My deepest gratitude to my husband and lifetime partner for his support and encouragement during the long months I worked on this project. Grateful thanks to my sister, Debbie, for reading my early and very rough drafts, and long-distance encouragement to “keep it up.” My heartfelt thanks to the numerous friends in Kodiak whose kindness and help made our life on the rock so enjoyable.
In the 1980s, there were no shopping malls, half the residents still didn’t have running water, electricity was intermittent with frequent brown outs and luxury items were anything that couldn’t be handcrafted or borrowed from a friend. The climate was harsh with cold snowy blizzards that blasted through long dark winters followed by wet, foggy, springs and damp rainy summers. The small fishing village was ten years behind the times in technology, engineering and even some basic modern amenities.
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I was only mildly concerned at the time, since we had enough food and survival items to last a couple of days. But who knew how long we would be out here. Still, if all else failed, someone would call the Coast Guard. We’d left word with our friend Jim about where we were going, always a wise thing to do when traveling anywhere, but even more so around Kodiak. There were so many hazards that could happen, it was best to be prepared.
I began to wonder if Matt had already forgotten everything he’d learned about Kodiak, or if he’d ever known anything in the first place. Maybe he just didn’t care. Probably the latter, since somehow things always worked out for him. Personally, I couldn’t leave that much to luck, but he’d managed to get by on it for years. Some people are like that.
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