Photos and Words by Capt. John Jinishian
Its been said that sometimes the journey is the destination. In Alaska, this statement is seldom false. Plan A turns to B, and B to C, and so on, so you better be prepared for anything. Week-long Float trips in the Last Frontier embody the epitome of being prepared for the worse and hoping for the best. You go into every trip with a belly full of adrenaline, pupils dilated, and mind focused, hoping you are ready for what’s coming. A summer guiding with Wild River Guides is not for the faint of heart. There are times when your brain runs on autopilot, body exhausted from 16 hour work days, yet your mind stuck in a state of elation. It could be our passion for our wilderness office or the fact that we all might be "f'd" up in the head by conventional societies clinical analysis, but that’s for you to decide.
We focus on the ever-dynamic task at hand, do what needs to be done, and keep the griping to a minimum. Our reward is not a tangible asset that one can monetize, but the ability to connect with a world most thought was all but lost. This is the most intimate platform imaginable to the true Wilderness. You better eat, sleep, and breath the river because it will be your home for the summer and no two days will ever be the same. This is more then individualistic pursuit of trophies, but a team sport, each link functioning as it should to bring you closer to the goal of intercepting wild, healthy, migratory Salmon, Char, Trout and Grayling. Once we hit the river, and even before, we are a family. Not just us as guides but each one of our guests that we have the pleasure to introduce to one of the last true wilds we have left in the United States. Take nothing for granted and open your mind wide to the natural wonders that lay in front of you. Open your mind to the last frontier.