The Road to Dutch Harbor

I am used to moving to where an opportunity exists. And, I enjoy a change. Every few years I found myself in a new situation.

In 2006 I left a company in which I had 15 years of experience. I was at the top of my game, making good money in a steady job. But I hated my boss. I took another position which was a gamble.

After one year I realized I made a mistake. So I quit my job and put my house up for sale, just as the housing market was imploding in Phoenix. Where would I move? No idea.

I started a job search in the northwest US, including Alaska. If I sold my house before I got a job, I would move to Reno. I liked the area.

At the last second I got an offer in Anaktuvuk Pass, Alaska. Never had been to Alaska.

Next thing I knew, I was driving from Phoenix to Fairbanks.

Even though I knew this position was truly unique and would take patience on my part, I had had enough after a few months and quit.

But once again, another offer presented itself. This time I would move halfway to Russia on The Aleutian Island chain. To Dutch Harbor on Unalaska Island.

Certainly THIS was going to work out