“I first saw Camp 17, on the 15,000-square-mile Juneau Icefield, from Juneau’s Blackerby Ridge in the summer of 2011 or 2012. As a photographer who has done a lot of work with architecture and people on the edge of wilderness, I was really interested in the space visually. Those shiny tin can buildings surrounded by ice had a real effect on me. I came back to town to find that not a lot of people knew what was going on up there on the icefield.”

“Growing up I spent a lot of time on the water fishing with my dad and my grandpa in the waters around Juneau. I have a lot of memories of time spent on the boat waiting for a fish to bite, getting seasick, and processing fish. As I got older and in my teenage years I didn’t have as much interest in fishing, but continued to spend a lot of time on boating adventures with family and running around with cousins casting and setting crab pots.”

“I grew up in Port Townsend, Washington. My parents weren’t fishermen, but my maternal grandparents were. They lived in Port Angeles, on the Olympic Peninsula about an hour away from where we grew up. Summers, my parents would take us to our grandparents’ house and drop us off for 10 days at a time.”

"I had always heard stories about Alaska and especially from my dad, who traveled to Alaska from Minnesota every year to go fishing. The first time I ever visited Alaska was when I was in high school, during a family trip to Anchorage and Kodiak.”

"In 1970, I was 17, and I thought I was on my way to Vietnam. I wanted to see Southeast Alaska before Southeast Asia. So I saved up $262 and bought a standby ticket to Petersburg, to visit my sister and brother-in-law. After that visit, I planned to join the Navy before I turned 18 and got drafted. I had a lot of friends who went to Vietnam and came back not in one piece, or not at all.”

“I come from a family of nine children. Our life pretty much revolved around salmon, because we commercial fished. Growing up, we didn’t have a car, but when we got older and my dad wasn’t fishing, we would drive around in my car and look at all the fish in the different creeks between Ketchikan and Wrangell, wherever we’d go.”

“I caught my first king salmon on the Kenai River on my eighth birthday. It was kind of funny, because my folks were there with their friends, and hanging out around the fire, and I was so fired up to go fishing that I wanted to go at 5:30 in the morning. I was ready. But they said their friend whose boat they were on told them ‘Salmon here don’t even bite until 8:00, so you don’t have to worry about it. We can just hang out.’”

"A few years ago a friend and I floated down the Inklin, then down the Taku, and paddled home to Juneau. We felt like we were beating winter out of there. The leaves had fallen, and it was pretty low water. Super beautiful. The canyon on the Inklin might be one of my favorite memories on the Taku.”

“I grew up power-trolling with my dad in the Cross Sound area and fell in love with the fishery at a young age. I was inspired to buy a permit at 21 and fished with my boyfriend for two years before taking the plunge into buying the F/V Pacific Dream.”

“I’ve been on the Organized Village of Kake council, and in health care, for quite a while now. With the transboundary, there’s a close tie-in to health, and the impact mining could have. If we ever have a catastrophic event with a tailings dam on a transboundary river, it could affect all of our livelihood, and our traditional foods. Seaweed, crab, you name it.”