I’ve lived in Kodiak, Alaska for 30 years. I try to do a ‘big’ trip in the archipelago each year, sometimes more than one. We have no trails so planning a trip is a process of deciding how to negotiate the terrain, bodies of water, and vegetation between village or remote mail plane stops, and I have to figure out every mile. I have rarely repeated a route. Not because most of them weren’t spectacular experiences, but rather because I have always been able to dream up a new point-to-point, and exploring my backyard would take more than a lifetime.
One exception is visiting Shuyak Island, the northerly-most large island in the archipelago. There I have favorite campsites. I know intimately how to use the tides to make my packraft travel easier. I know the deer and bear trails, bays and inlets. Going someplace familiar for an ‘easy’ and scenic trip where there is little route finding through terra incognita to worry about is a nice respite from the normal type-2 fun I subject myself to. Plus I feel like I’ve earned a bit of coasting at this point, haha.
I want to go back to Shuyak again this summer, and have 2 new routes across Kodiak in my back pocket if I get motivated. I used to think of repeating a trip as a sort of defeat or missed opportunity to push into new territory. But more recently I’ve come to appreciate how familiar terrain can change the focus of the experience.


