Nothing Left to Fear
Fire
The other day our neighbor’s house burned down. In a matter of minutes the entire home was up in flames – fast, powerful and scary. It was only 30 yards from our home. We were just about to leave our house for a safer place when the fire department showed up.
The next day, one of our friends wondered if someone who was pro-road set the fire and meant to get our house. He had said when the Bald Eagle Preserve (about 15 miles up the road) was being created, that the organizers actually received death threats.
Fortunately, I have only received support for this swim, but his comments made me realize just what a culture of fear we live in.
Fear
When I spoke at the Haines Borough Assembly, I asked if they would consider donating money to the swim or at least authoring a statement of support. The assembly has come out against the road in formal referendums, so I was hoping to get some sort of verbal resolution. In the end, they choose to “recognize” the swim (see “Fear Revisited” below).
In the latest Chilkat Valley News (Haines local paper) an assembly person, when asked about the recognition, said, “I just don’t know how a resolution (of support) would go over with the Murkowski administration when it comes to future funding.”
It was sad to read this. Are we now to the point that if we practice our freedom of speech we can be punished? Do the current leaders hold such power over us as to prevent us from speaking our minds? I don’t blame the borough assembly - chances are their fears our justified… it’s just a travesty to see that such fears exist in what is suppose to be free society.
Water
I once thought that the whales, sharks and sea lions were the biggest fear I had to over come for this swim. But now, as I embark upon this expedition, the water seems a welcoming source of reprieve.
In the water I am stripped of everything. I have no voice, I have no control and I have no choice. The ocean makes my decisions for me and I just react. It’s simpler this way - it relieves me of any need to act. Once with the flow, I let the ocean determine the day.
Earth
But once on land, I know that my actions and words determine who I am. I make the choice to be the person I am. I have a responsibility to my friends, neighbors and most of all myself to act in accordance with my beliefs.
This is the scariest part of all.
Voice
In 10-days, I will come out of the ocean in Juneau and I will speak again. With your help, over the coming days, this voice will become stronger; write editorials to your paper, talk with your neighbors, call your representative. As momentum builds, our voice will be heard.

Steve Vick