Alaska
Burn him down: A history of effigy-burning protests in Alaska
Part of a continuing weekly series on Alaska history by local historian David Reamer. Have a question about Anchorage or Alaska history or an idea for a future article? Go to the form at the bottom of this story.
What do Fairbanks, Alaska, and Tehran, Iran, have in common? Not a riddle but a genuine question. People are people everywhere, driven by similar base needs and desires, so don’t be fooled by the more obvious geographic and cultural divides. There’s more than one similarity. Still, a particular detail stands out. Effigies of President Jimmy Carter were burned in both towns, nearly twin moments separated by continents.
There is a long history of strident political protest in Alaska from all points along the political spectrum. Liberal protests. Conservative protests. Serious protests. Silly protests. Protests in all shapes and forms. In 1911, residents at Cordova shoveled a shipment of coal into the harbor to protest land conservation efforts that forced Alaskans to import coal rather than mine it here. It was a Cordova Coal Party. For a different tone entirely, what is now the University of Alaska Fairbanks banned alcohol on campus in 1957. Students predictably disliked the new policy and dug a grave, which was filled with beer bottles and topped with a concrete headstone with a metal plate that read: “Here Lies Tradition, 1957.” Or, who remembers the Annoy Prevo: Think For Yourself bumper stickers of early 1990s Anchorage lore, referring to Baptist minister Jerry Prevo?
Like the Cordova Coal Party, some of these protests coalesced into genuine cultural moments that are crucial to understanding the flow of Alaska history, events such as the 1961 Barrow Duck-In and the 1979 Denali Trespass. For all that, there is something more pointedly personal about burning an effigy. More than a stand against a policy or platform, effigy burnings seek to destroy the person, symbolically at the least, wish fulfillment at the most. And Alaska history is likewise generously dotted with a series of effigy burnings. The following is a review of some but not all effigy-related protests in Alaska history, the most important, memorable and ridiculous.
Burning effigies as a form of protest is an ancient practice. The leap in logic from having an enemy to destroying them by figural proxy is short. History abounds with examples. From 1328 to 1329, the Holy Roman Emperor Louis IV, usually via his puppet Antipope Nicholas V, burned several effigies of Pope John XXII, after those effigies had been tried and condemned naturally. In 1919, a group of women suffragists lit a 2-foot-tall straw and paper effigy of President Woodrow Wilson on fire in front of the White House. Wilson had been slow in support of the female vote. Nicholas V eventually submitted to Pope John XXII and spent the remainder of his life as a less-than-willing guest within the papal palace. The protesting suffragists were immediately arrested, although Wilson did reluctantly call a special session where the eventual 19th Amendment was passed.
Moreover, a burning effigy is typically a display of citizen power. They are a fundamentally public act; try one inside your home if you think otherwise. The American history of effigy burning predates the Revolutionary War. In late 1765, several English newspapers published a letter from Boston. The author reported, “two effigies, one of which by the labels appeared to be designed to represent a Stamp Officer, the other a Jackboot with a head and horns peeping out of the top.” These effigies were hung from a tree, then paraded through town and burned atop a hill.
The horned “Jackboot” referred to John Stuart, 3rd Earl of Bute, the British Prime Minister from 1762 to 1763 and even thereafter a close adviser to King George III. American colonists reviled Stuart for his preferred policy of heavily taxing the colonies. This included the 1765 Stamp Act that required all Americans to pay taxes on printed paper, including playing cards. The Act prompted the “taxation without representation” line and was a significant catalyst for the revolution that began 10 years later. Stamp officers collected the taxes — in British, not colonial currency, mind you — and were thus obvious targets of abuse and effigy practice.
In the spring of 1910, U.S. Marshal Daniel Sutherland and U.S. District Attorney John Boyce were dismissed from their Alaska posts in favor of men known as stooges for the Morgan-Guggenheim Alaska Syndicate, which sought to monopolize the territory’s transportation, mining and fishing industries. James Wickersham, Alaska’s non-voting Congressional representative, accused Gov. Walter Clark of also being in league with the Syndicate. Like many other Alaskans, Wickersham believed that Clark influenced the removals of Sutherland and Boyce. On April 26, Clark was burned in effigy at Juneau. He publicly laughed off the demonstration in the way that only a highly connected, protected man can. The governor, replacement district attorney and replacement marshal remained in their posts.
Gifford Pinchot was a close confidant of President Theodore Roosevelt. They shared a commitment to the protection of public lands, and Roosevelt accordingly appointed Pinchot as the first Forest Service chief, a position he held from 1905 to 1910. As regards Alaska, Pinchot influenced policies that sought to block the rapacious Alaska Syndicate from exploiting natural resources in the territory. To be clear, his intent was more conservation than preservation, in that he favored responsible and rational resource extraction. However, such attempts to curb more ruthless exploitation did hinder smaller-scale settler development.

Pinchot was therefore widely hated by settler Alaskans. His name was in the mind of every Cordova Coal Party participant. Still, such animosity was far from universal. Juneau of this era was less dependent upon new mining developments than a place like Cordova, which goes to why Gov. Clark was burned in effigy for supporting the same Syndicate opposed by Pinchot.
Katalla, southeast of Cordova, is a ghost town now. It was once a bustling boomtown boasting a few thousand residents but was in swift decline by 1910. The town relied upon the passage of oil and coal for its existence. Blocked development on nearby coal fields meant its demise, and to a person, the residents hated Pinchot. On May 3, 1911, an effigy of Pinchot was burned on the beach there.
By then, Pinchot was not even in office. President William Howard Taft dismissed him in January 1910, a key moment of what became known as the Ballinger-Pinchot Affair. In a very long story made short, Pinchot publicized efforts by Secretary of the Interior Richard Ballinger to subvert conservation efforts in favor of a company that was part of the greater Alaska Syndicate, including with lands in Alaska. Ballinger resigned in 1911, coincidentally working with the same corporate interests. The Taft administration’s efforts to cover up the scandal split the Republican Party and aided the Democrat Woodrow Wilson’s win in the 1912 presidential election.
A more curious incident happened in 1912 Kennecott. Per the Cordova Daily Times, “Some of the Chitina people now believe that in officialdom there a nest of foreigners lord it over Americans.” That March, residents burned an effigy of U.S. Commissioner M.R. Healy, who they believed was not an American citizen. In that, they were right. Healy was Canadian. He admitted to previous lies and was subsequently naturalized but resigned his position.
While most effigies are personal in nature, some represented a broader warning. In May 1912, some miners in the Fairbanks region hung an effigy as a warning for any possible firebugs. It had been a dry spring, and several cabins had burned due to careless fires.
In 1911, the Washington-Alaska Bank of Fairbanks failed and closed its doors with a $1 million in local deposits on its books. Later that year, depositors received half of their money, which comprised the entirety of the recovery for most locals. Blame fell almost entirely upon E.T. Barnette, the bank’s president until just three months prior. Fairbanks as a town originated with Barnette’s trading post on the Chena River, located where he was forced to disembark from a riverboat that could proceed no farther upstream.
Barnette aspired to be a pillar of the new community and briefly swam at the upper echelons of frontier society. Against this desire, he had a habit of cutting corners, of stealing from partners, and for disappearing when needed the most. He was a schemer, and his reputation eventually reached the Earth like the inevitable path of a thrown baseball, once clean and white but destined for the dirt. When the bank failed, Barnette was living in Los Angeles, with greater interest in his Mexican plantation than anything happening in Fairbanks.
The declining local economy — the bloom was well gone from their gold rush heyday a few years prior — played a role in the bank’s decline. However, Barnette’s management was the most significant factor. For example, he used the bank to liquidate himself of company stock at inflated prices, with the institution hiding the ramifications of the stocks’ declining value until years later. While in town, Barnette was incentivized to prop the bank up, to maintain its operation. He personally guaranteed any overdrafts of the bank’s holdings. Once he left in the fall of 1910, he made sure to take all of his own deposits with him.
An embezzlement charge went to trial in December 1912. To the great shock of all observers, Barnette was found not guilty of all major charges and only fined $1,000, a small percentage of the fortune he left town with two years before. Fairbanks Daily News-Miner editor W.F. Thompson described the ruling as “the rottenest judicial farce the North has ever witnessed.”
A few days later, a mysterious advertisement was pasted around Fairbanks. “All Fairbanks invited to attend open air New Year celebration. Monday evening, Jan. 6 at 8 o’clock. Everybody come to the waterfront.” Not having anything better to do on a January evening in the time before radio, TV, or internet, much of the town turned out for the show. A group of women with lost deposits in the Washington-Alaska Bank constructed three effigies. Two of them depicted John Clark and John McGinn, Barnette’s lawyers. The last effigy was of Justice, seemingly abandoned in Alaska. After a lengthy expository prayer, the effigies were burned with cheers heard for several blocks. Pictures of the event were subsequently exhibited at the theater.
The Alaska Railroad Act, which authorized and guaranteed funding for the construction of that railroad passed in March 1914. For many in Alaska and Washington, D.C., a government-owned railroad was a way to circumvent corporate interests like the aforementioned Alaska Syndicate and yet promote more independent development in Alaska. In theory, such a railroad would balance conservation and settler self-determination. Yet, a few Alaskans disliked the concept.
On April 13, 1913, seven senators of the Alaska Territorial Legislature submitted a letter to Secretary of the Interior Franklin Lane. The legislators agreed that a railroad in Alaska was “an imperative necessity to the development of our vast mineral resources.” Instead, they argued, “The majority of people, in our opinion, are opposed to the principle of government ownership.”
Despite the veneer of authority, the letter was not an official missive from the Territorial Legislature. Furthermore, the letter certainly reflected a minority opinion within the Legislature. In a speech to the House of Representatives, James Wickersham noted, “Out of 24 members of the legislature, seven of them have sought to prevent the passage of the Alaska railway bill by sending this communication to Washington to be used in debate, at the moment when it would do the Territory of Alaska the greatest amount of harm, by the opponents of the bill.”
The existence of the letter did not become public knowledge until early 1914 when it was weaponized by opponents of the railroad bill. The Alaska public response suggests the seven men had not misjudged the support for a government railroad so much as willfully misrepresented its nature. Indeed, in Alaska, those same men had acted more neutrally toward the idea of a government-owned railroad. The Territorial Senate had notably declined to take a public stand on either side of the railroad bill.
The public response to the letter was heated. In Cordova, pioneer resident George Dooley led a group that hung seven effigies on a line across the town’s main thoroughfare, one for each signatory to that letter. A sign on them declared: “The Traitors to Alaska.” They swung in the breeze for a while before they were taken down and burned. The implied threat was possibly not an empty one. The Petersburg Herald suggested, “the rebuke administered to the traitors by the Cordovans was much too mild for the offence. Fortunately, the end is not yet.” A bit ominous, that.
The next day, the Cordova Daily Alaskan made an observation that ties this era of effigy burnings together. Their editor opined, “Pinchotism’s blight on Alaska has forever been removed.” Four years after Taft dismissed Pinchot, Alaskans still frequently blamed the former Forest Service chief for lack of development in the territory.
Truly, the early 1910s were the heyday of effigy burning in Alaska. Alaskans hated the government, even the presence of the government, but at the same time had high expectations for government performance and expected the government to make their lives better. It was an uneasy, contradictory perspective on the world in a rapidly changing time. Firestarters abounded, as apparently did experts in life-size doll making.
The practice of burning effigies thereafter dwindled in popularity and severity, excepting that of President Carter. In 1934, Fairbanks hosted its first Ice Carnival, which inspired the creation of the Fur Rendezvous two years later. On the event’s last day, March 11, an effigy of “Old Man Depression” was burned on the banks of the Chena River. Old Man Depression was a personalization of the Great Depression, burned as a symbolic attempt to free themselves from what seemed like an eternal economic despair. This was far from an original act. Old Man Depression effigies had been buried, burned, and hung in towns across the country since 1930 and for several years after that Ice Carnival.
In March 1961, a 17-year-old student at Anchorage’s West High School hung an effigy of Principal Leslie Wells near the school. Wells was, of course, demonstrably guilty of keeping kids from doing all manner of cool things. Again, some effigies and some protests are more serious than others. Further indignities, including fire, were likely planned for the effigy, but the ringleader and his accomplices were quickly apprehended. Per the contemporary coverage, “A policeman patrolling the area nabbed the perpetrators and gave them 20 minutes to remove the ‘dummy.‘” No charges were filed, which is a constant with effigy protests in Alaska.
One month later, in April 1961, Gov. Bill Egan proposed a sweeping measure that would raise taxes on everything from alcohol to income. Many of these marked dramatic increases, as with a 60% higher cigarette tax. George Allen of Chugiak, an Alaska Democratic Party district vice chairman, suggested Egan be burned in effigy, even promised a local meeting on the idea. Notably, Egan was also a Democrat. There was a vote, and effigy burning lost in favor of a recall campaign that was in turn eventually abandoned.
The recently passed Jimmy Carter was the modern equivalent of Gifford Pinchot, as regards that specific intersection of land conservation, preservation, development, and rabid Alaskans. On Dec. 1, 1978, President Carter invoked the 1906 Antiquities Act and created 15 national monuments in Alaska and enlarged two others, withdrawing 56 million acres from possible resource development. The withdrawals were part of the long aftermath of the 1971 Alaska Native Claims Settlement Act and a bridge over congressional gridlock until the passage of the 1980 Alaska National Interest Lands Conservation Act.
Like the residents of Katalla and Cordova decades earlier, broad swaths of Alaskans were incensed at Carter and Interior Secretary Cecil Andrus for blocking development and, as they saw it, denying Alaskan self-determination. Groups of picketing protesters became a common scene in Anchorage, Fairbanks, and several other Alaska towns. Some of the signs pictured Carter hanging in a noose. In Ketchikan, two life-sized straw effigies of Carter and Andrus were tossed into the water. Organizer Ted Clifton declared, “We’re going to drown them here.”
Over the next several months, park rangers were repeatedly insulted and openly threatened across the state. A movement emerged in Eagle to expel any National Park Service, or NPS, presence from town. As a 1979 resolution declared, “The city council of Eagle Alaska does not advocate violence, but we can be no more responsible for the actions of an individual citizen than we can be for any animal when it is cornered.” An arsonist torched an NPS Cessna at Tazlina. In Glennallen, a business hung signs declaring, “We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone. Park Service personnel not welcome.”
In January 1979, a mass protest occurred at what is now Denali National Park. Known as the Denali Trespass, a few thousand Alaskans gathered with the stated intent to break every possible rule, regulation, and law. They drank every intoxicant in sight, hunted when they weren’t indiscriminately firing guns, built bonfires, and drove snowmachines everywhere. Some conducted target practice on images of King George III with a “Carter?” inscription. They dared any official to arrest them, but park rangers simply observed from a distance. One intoxicated demonstrator died when he drove his snowmachine onto a landing strip and into an airplane.
And there was that effigy burning, that link between Fairbanks and Tehran. Carter was burned in effigy on December 11, 1978, a planned event conducted at the downtown Fairbanks post office. An advertisement for the protest ran in the News-Miner, placed by the “Interior Wildlife Association,” and depicted Carter with an Adolf Hitler-style mustache. Then Fairbanks Mayor William Wood attended and participated, as did past mayors Harold Gilliam and Paul Haggland.
When Jimmy Carter died at the end of 2024, most Alaska commentators adopted a soft approach toward the former president, and understandably so. But the antipathy toward Carter in late 1970s Alaska was real, a vicious and bitter movement. It was far more malevolent than dunk tanks at the state fair with his pictures of his face, something that also happened.
Some historians have claimed there was no unanimous late 1970s Alaska hostility to Carter and land conservation. While technically true, the opposition to Carter from late 1978 through the end of his presidency was overwhelming in effect. Per a July 1979 poll, only 16% of Alaskans approved of Carter’s actions. By that same poll, only 10% of Alaskans favored him for reelection. And at that next election, Carter pulled only 26% of the Alaskan electorate, almost 10 percentage points worse than his performance in 1976 and the worst performance by a Democratic presidential candidate in Alaska history.
Perhaps the most amusing effigy burning incident in Alaska involved a fast-food clown. In 1989, the announcement of a new McDonald’s location in Fairbanks sparked anger among area residents. Zena Toy burned two Ronald McDonald effigies on her lawn and hung a third during the construction. She told the News-Miner, “There’s going to be giant golden arches and stinky hamburger smell and tons of Styro on Geist Road.” Bob Morton lived two blocks away from Toy and supported the new franchise, the fourth in Fairbanks. He said, “I think it’s great. And I thought her Ronald McDonald was cute, but dumb.” The franchise owners did build a wall separating the restaurant from its residential neighbors.
In the spring of 1992, the House Finance Committee passed a budget proposal with significant funding cuts for the University of Alaska, including $1.4 million from UAF’s operating budget. Gov. Wally Hickel’s capital budget included nothing for UAF’s long-deferred maintenance. At the same time, UA system administrators were considering a steep increase in tuition costs. Meanwhile, UAF students went to class and watched the buildings fall apart. Burst radiators and crumbling ceiling tiles were a common sight.
On April 15, around 400 students protested on campus, organized by SWARM, the Student Walkout and Resistance Movement. There were signs like “GIVE US OUR MONEY,” “STOP HICKEL’S RAPE OF UAF,” and “UAF NEEDS A FUTURE.” Eight mostly naked women streaked through the crowd shouting over and over, “We got stripped by Wally Hickel!” An effigy of Hickel was burned to great cheers. That night, about 100 students occupied the Butrovich Building for a peaceful sleep-in. The mere existence of the Butrovich Building, built to house administration offices, angered many students given the proliferation of asbestos and leaky roofs in dorms and classrooms.
The student protest galvanized students toward distinct goals and defined a coherent community. Yet, they were also less successful in reaching those goals. After long ignoring student demands for a meeting, Hickel finally agreed to a teleconference, though the budget cuts continued. Nine days after the protest, the UA Board of Regents passed an unaltered tuition hike.
The historical precedent and Alaskan preference are clear. Over and over, for more than a century, protests in Alaska have been plentiful and varied, sharp and even aggressive in approach. For decades, it has been a credit to our society and government that such protests are both familiar and allowed. For sure, the ways in which a government treats protesters is a barometer of freedom. Read the measurements however you want.
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Traversing the Alaska wilderness, Dick Griffith revealed its possibilities to future generations of adventurers
Roman Dial’s first encounter with Dick Griffith at the Alaska Mountain Wilderness Classic pretty much encapsulated the spirit of the man Dial called the “grandfather of modern Alaskan adventure.”
Griffith invited the 21-year-old Dial, who was traveling without a tent, to bunk with him while rain fell in Hope at the onset of the inaugural race. And then the white-haired Griffith proceeded to beat virtually the entire field of racers — most of whom were 30 years his junior — to the finish line in Homer.
Griffith, who died earlier this month at age 98, was a prodigious adventurer with a sharp wit who fostered a growing community of fellow explorers who shared his yearning for the Alaska outdoors.
Dial was one of the many acolytes who took Griffith’s outdoors ethos and applied it to his own adventures across the state.
“Someone once told me once that the outdoor adventure scene is like this big tapestry that we all add on to,” Dial said. “And where somebody else is sort of woven in something, we pick up and kind of riff on that. And he added a really big band to that tapestry, and then the rest of us are just sort of picking up where he left off.”
On that first meeting at the race in 1982, Dial and the other Alaska Mountain Wilderness Classic competitors got a sense of Griffith’s humor as well. In a story that is now Alaska outdoors lore, Griffith pulled a surprise move at the race’s first river crossing, grabbing an inflatable vinyl raft out of his pack and leaving the field in his rear view.
“You young guys may be fast, but you eat too much and don’t know nothin’,” Dial recalls Griffith quipping as he pushed off.
“Old age and treachery beats youth and skill every time.”
In those years, Griffith may have been known for his old age as much as anything. But it didn’t take long for the 50-something racing against a much younger crowd to make a mark.
Kathy Sarns was a teenager when she first met Griffith in the early 1980s, and the topic of the Alaska Mountain Wilderness Classic came up.
“He says, ‘You want to do that race? I think a girl could do that race,’ ” Sarns recalls. “And I’m thinking, ‘Who is this old guy?’ And then he says, ‘If you want to do the race, give me a call. I’ll take you.’ ”
Sarns took up Griffith on the offer and in 1984, she and her friend Diane Catsam became the first women to complete the race.
Sarns said the adventures “fed his soul,” and were infectious for those who watched Griffith and joined him along the way.
“He motivated and inspired so many people by what he was doing,” Sarns said. “It’s like, well if he can do that, then I guess I could do this.”
By the time Dial and Sarns had met Griffith, he had already established a resume for exploring that was likely unmatched in the state.
In the late 1950s, Griffith walked 500 miles from Kaktovik to Anaktuvuk Pass, passing through the Brooks Range. Later he went from Kaktovik to Kotzebue in what is believed to be the first documented traverse of the range.
In total, Griffith logged over 10,000 miles in the Alaska and Canadian Arctic. He raced the 210-mile Iditaski multiple times.
Starting in his 60s, Griffith made annual trips north to tackle a 4,000-mile route from Unalakleet to Hudson Bay in northeastern Canada. At age 73, he completed the journey.
“The reason he did a lot of trips by himself is because nobody could keep up,” Dial said.
Born in Colorado, Griffith grew up in rural Wyoming during the Great Depression.
The first Griffith adventure that evolved into lore was the story of how he met his wife, Isabelle.
In 1949, Griffith was plotting a trip from Green River, Wyoming, to Lee’s Ferry, Arizona — a 900-mile trip down the Green and Colorado rivers.
Isabelle said she’d fund the trip if she could come along. She did, and the two were soon married. After a series of other river adventures, the couple moved to Alaska in 1954.
The couple had two children, son Barney and daughter Kimmer.
John Lapkass was introduced to Griffith through Barney, a friend with whom Lapkass shared outdoor adventures.
Like many, Lapkass connected with Griffith’s wry sense of humor. Griffith would write “Stolen from Dick Griffith” on all of his gear, often accompanied by his address.
In Alaska, Griffith basically pioneered rafting as a form of getting deep into the Alaska backcountry.
Anchorage’s Luc Mehl has himself explored large swaths of the state in a packraft. An outdoors educator and author, Mehl met Griffith over the years at the barbecues he hosted leading up to the Alaska Wilderness Classic.
Although he didn’t embark on any adventures with Griffith, Mehl was amazed at how much accomplished well into his 80s.
“There are people in these sports that show the rest of us what’s possible,” Mehl said. “It would be dangerous if everybody just tried what Dick did. But there is huge value in inspiration. Just to know it’s a possibility is pretty damn special.”
Griffith continued to explore and compete. He ran his last Alaska Mountain Wilderness Classic at age 81 and continued with rafting trips through the Grand Canyon into his late 80s.
John Clark’s dad worked with Griffith on Amchitka Island in the early 1960s, assisting with drilling on the Aleutian island before it was used for nuclear testing.
Clark went to high school in Anchorage and regularly joined Griffith on a weekend ski, often tackling the Arctic Valley to Indian traverse.
Clark described the 21-mile trek through the Chugach Mountains as a “walk in the park” for Griffith, a brisk workout to keep him prepped for bigger adventures.
“I was a teenager and I liked to sleep in,” Clark said. “And he wouldn’t even ask me. He would just come knock on my door at 8 a.m. and say, ‘Get your skis.’ ”
Many of those adventures were done mostly anonymously as a course of habit with friends, some only finding out after the fact what Griffith had accomplished.
“He had the heart of an explorer,” Clark said. “Dick’s exploring 40 years ago would have been with the pure motivation of finding out if he could get from here to there.”
Griffith also was well-known for officiating marriages across the state. He married Sarns and her husband, Pat Irwin, as well as Lapkass and his wife.
“I don’t know how it started,” Lapkass said. “We weren’t the first but it was kind of special. Everybody sort of wanted him to do the honors.”
He would celebrate the matrimonies with annual “Still Married” parties at his house on the Hillside, open to both those who remained married and even those who didn’t. He continued to officiate marriages until the last few years.
As the community of outdoor enthusiasts grew, the parties at Griffith’s weren’t only held to celebrate marriages. He regularly had big gatherings at his house on Sundays and for the holidays, bringing together his “orphans,” many of whom had no immediate family in the state.
The gatherings were a great time to bring new friends into the fold and rehash old adventures. One story — perhaps more a favorite of guests than the host — involved an instance where Griffith had a bad case of frostbite on his backside after being battered by frigid tailwinds.
“I don’t know how many Thanksgiving or Christmas dinners we had there,” Sarns said. “Always plenty of food and lots of laughter, and that’s where we’d pull out the photos of him recovering in the hospital.”
In 2012, Alaska author Kaylene Johnson-Sullivan published “Canyons and Ice: The Wilderness Travels of Dick Griffith,” which covered his hundreds of adventures through Alaska and beyond.
The film “Canyons & Ice: The Last Run of Dick Griffith” documented his career and last trip through the Grand Canyon at age 89.
While his achievements were documented in his later years, Lapkass said Griffith’s motivations for being in the wilderness were almost completely internal.
“He was quite an inspiration for a lot of folks,” Lapkass said. “He wasn’t looking for sponsorship, for money or big TV productions or anything. He just felt like doing it. So he did it. And that definitely impressed a lot of people. Because some folks, you know, they want to do stuff, but then they want to let everybody know that they did it.”
As his life went on, Griffith was deeply involved with the Eagle River Nature Center as a board member, trail worker and financial donor.
Perhaps Griffith’s biggest gift to the outdoors community was a dose of self-confidence, a little extra boost to reach that next peak.
“Everybody that came near him benefited,” Sarns said. “Just because it just made you think outside the box a little more, being around him. You may push yourself maybe a little more, whether it’s an extra mile or an extra 100 miles. For some people it was just, ‘Hey maybe I can just go climb that mountain after all.’ ”
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Alaskans brave the cold, wind to plunge into Goose Lake for Special Olympics Alaska
ANCHORAGE, Alaska (KTUU) – At Saturday’s 17th Annual Polar Plunge for Special Olympics Alaska, participants jumped into Goose Lake’s chilly water for a cause.
“The wind today, it’s a cold one,” the organization’s President and CEO, Sarah Arts, said.
More than 800 people came out to jump into the lake, she said. They exceeded their fundraising goal by late morning.
She said it means a lot to the athletes to know that the community is behind them.
“Inclusion is such a big part of what we do, and sport is a universal language. And through sport, everyone can be included. And it’s so amazing to see the community out here,” Arts said.
She said there were hot tubs for participants to warm up in afterward they jumped into the lake.
“I have to give some shout-outs to South High School Partners Club. Those students had some very creative plunges. A couple of face plants, belly flops. We had a back flip. So, they’re really getting creative today,” she said.
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In Alaska’s warming Arctic, photos show an Indigenous elder passing down hunting traditions
KOTZEBUE, Alaska (AP) — The low autumn light turned the tundra gold as James Schaeffer, 7, and his cousin Charles Gallahorn, 10, raced down a dirt path by the cemetery on the edge of town. Permafrost thaw had buckled the ground, tilting wooden cross grave markers sideways. The boys took turns smashing slabs of ice that had formed in puddles across the warped road.
Their great-grandfather, Roswell Schaeffer, 78, trailed behind. What was a playground to the kids was, for Schaeffer – an Inupiaq elder and prolific hunter – a reminder of what warming temperatures had undone: the stable ice he once hunted seals on, the permafrost cellars that kept food frozen all summer, the salmon runs and caribou migrations that once defined the seasons.
Now another pressure loomed. A 211-mile mining road that would cut through caribou and salmon habitat was approved by the Trump administration this fall, though the project still faces lawsuits and opposition from environmental and native groups. Schaeffer and other critics worry it could open the region to outside hunters and further devastate already declining herds. “If we lose our caribou – both from climate change and overhunting – we’ll never be the same,” he said. “We’re going to lose our culture totally.”
Still, Schaeffer insists on taking the next generation out on the land, even when the animals don’t come. It was late September and he and James would normally have been at their camp hunting caribou. But the herd has been migrating later each year and still hadn’t arrived – a pattern scientists link to climate change, mostly caused by the burning of oil, gas and coal. So instead of caribou, they scanned the tundra for swans, ptarmigan and ducks.
A lifetime of hunting
Caribou antlers are stacked outside Schaeffer’s home. Traditional seal hooks and whale harpoons hang in his hunting shed. Inside, a photograph of him with a hunted beluga is mounted on the wall beside the head of a dall sheep and a traditional mask his daughter Aakatchaq made from caribou hide and lynx fur.
He got his first caribou at 14 and began taking his own children out at 7. James made his first caribou kill this past spring with a .22 rifle. He teaches James what his father taught him: that power comes from giving food and a hunter’s responsibility is to feed the elders.
“When you’re raised an Inupiaq, your whole being is to make sure the elders have food,” he said.
But even as he passes down those lessons, Schaeffer worries there won’t be enough to sustain the next generation – or to sustain him. “The reason I’ve been a successful hunter is the firm belief that, when I become old, people will feed me,” he said. “My great-grandson and my grandson are my future for food.”
That future feels tenuous
These days, they’re eating less hunted food and relying more on farmed chicken and processed goods from the store. The caribou are fewer, the salmon scarcer, the storms more severe. Record rainfall battered Northwest Alaska this year, flooding Schaeffer’s backyard twice this fall alone. He worries about the toll on wildlife and whether his grandchildren will be able to live in Kotzebue as the changes accelerate.
“It’s kind of scary to think about what’s going to happen,” he said.
That afternoon, James ducked into the bed of Schaeffer’s truck and aimed into the water. He shot two ducks. Schaeffer helped him into waders – waterproof overalls – so they could collect them and bring them home for dinner, but the tide was too high. They had to turn back without collecting the ducks.
The changes weigh on others, too. Schaeffer’s friend, writer and commercial fisherman Seth Kantner grew up along the Kobuk River, where caribou once reliably crossed by the hundreds of thousands.
“I can hardly stand how lonely it feels without all the caribou that used to be here,” he said. “This road is the largest threat. But right beside it is climate change.”
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