Though some skeptical Americans first regarded Alaska as “Seward’s Folly,” it didn’t take residents of the lower-forty -eight long to realize the Secretary of State made a great bargain when he purchased Alaska from Russia in 1869. From the Klondike Gold Rush of the late 1890s to the legend of the Iditarod, within a generation, the rugged frontier of Alaska had captured the imagination of a nation.
Today, outdoors adventurists longing for a taste of primordial Eden travel to Alaska. Fishermen who want to touch the clear waters of virgin lakes and pristine rivers find seward Alaska fishing exactly what their aspirations demand.
It’s been an adventure, America’s love affair with its Alaskan frontier.
While America’s cities expanded with industry, and the wide-open spaces of the West were tamed with farms, ranches, and fences, Alaska remained wild, undeveloped, an elusive wilderness. The nineteenth century receded into the past and the twentieth century came to life. Alaska brought the beauty of an untouched past into the dawning present.
Alaska became an outpost during World War II, a buffer between war and peace. In the uneasy space between democracy and authoritarianism during the Cold War, Alaska stood as a sentry for the rest of the United States.
The march of time through the twentieth century into the twenty-first century brought change to Alaska. Engineers designed pipelines to carry the oil bubbling beneath the soil to the thirsty places south. Even the wilderness succumbed to scar tissue of modernity. Still, beauty survived. The wilderness remained.
Alaska called out to a people hungry for the authenticity of nature. Alaska beckoned to a people weary for new beginnings.
On those waters when artic winds blow and halibut bite, fishers experience the adventure of the last frontier of a country of frontiers.