Laureli Ivanoff

Nov 1, 2024 | hcn.org | Laureli Ivanoff

Right smackin the middle of our Unalakleet harvesting season, my family and I moved away. We left for Anchorage — Alaska’s largest city — in mid-July. While my brother, his wife and my dad and his wife were getting nets ready for seining, cutting and drying humpies on the Unalakleet River, my family and I were unpacking totes, not sleeping very well on air mattresses, and purchasing things like a new broom, plunger and dish soap for our new-to-us house.

Aug 1, 2024 | hcn.org | Laureli Ivanoff

From above I saw them: Two little girls, about 7 years old, lying on the tundra, talking. One on her belly, the other on her back. The sun was out. There was a breeze strong enough to keep the mosquitoes away. It was a perfect early fall day in Unalakleet. The girls’ quart-sized plastic buckets hung on the branches of a nearby 8-foot-tall spruce tree, and the color on the spruce reminded me of Christmas.

Jun 26, 2024 | hcn.org | Laureli Ivanoff |Joaqlin Estus |Shana Lombard |Kylie Mohr

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Jun 14, 2024 | adn.com | Laureli Ivanoff

I heard Dad yell something to me from the shore. “What?” I hollered back. “Pull the back anchor!” he yelled again. “Oh, shit. Right,” I said under my breath. I’d forgotten the simplest of boating duties. Rookie, I thought as I pulled up the anchor, hand over hand. I heard the splash of the cold water of the Norton Sound below and felt the slime of the green algae on the rope. Then I turned the key, the motor of the 16-foot aluminum vessel tut-tut-tuttering to a smooth hum, and we backed up.

May 1, 2024 | hcn.org | Laureli Ivanoff

I heard Dad yell something to me from the shore. “What?” I hollered back. “Pull the back anchor!” he yelled again. “Oh, shit. Right,” I said under my breath. I’d forgotten the simplest of boating duties. Rookie, I thought as I pulled up the anchor, hand over hand. I heard the splash of the cold water of the Norton Sound below and felt the slime of the green algae on the rope. Then I turned the key, the motor of the 16-foot aluminum vessel tut-tut-tuttering to a smooth hum, and we backed up.