I watched this boat, the "Tribute" to which I don't know, come into the harbor and dock tonight. An impeccable skill no doubt. You can smell the fish, the docks still quietly alive late into the night. There's money to be made here, but the cost roots deeper than dollars. An emotional Great Depression fueled by 6oz of $38 halibut with 10 cents worth of cream, butter, and shallot. They dock to no fan fare. There's no James Beard Award here for these fishermen. Just the Breeze Inn and it's open late dive bar, perhaps some drugs have made their way into the pockets of some sad local girls who's dreams left long ago with another crate of scallops moving faster than their pride to a fancy restaurant in Denver where some chef will call it all art and sustainable. It's not. It pays it cost in demand, in addiction, and all under the noses of hordes of picture happy tourists clapping like sheep for the big fish on the big scale. To the young women at the Breeze, should you ever read this, I hope you get better. I hope you find peace and your way out of the grip your medicine holds. What a strange thing. I still love eating halibut. #alaska #fishing #commercialfishing #doradthings #halibut #makesyouthink (at Seward, Alaska) https://www.instagram.com/p/BniYBx_lzGQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=3dcqo7nzlt3h
