The wealth generated by Prudhoe Bay and the other fields on the North Slope since 1977 is worth more than all the fish ever caught, all the furs ever trapped, all the trees chopped down; throw in all the copper, whalebone, natural gas, tin, silver, platinum, and anything else ever extracted from Alaska too. The balance sheet of Alaskan history is simple: One Prudhoe Bay is worth more in real dollars than everything that has been dug out, cut down, caught or killed in Alaska since the beginning of time.

Terrence Cole


I got my etsy store, The Copper Mammet open now!

I admittedly don’t know how things work on there; will each listing disappear after one person buys it since I listed them as “made to order”? I only have one of each made right now and I just left on a rockhunting trip to Prudhoe Bay and Deadhorse and will be gone until the 15th or so so I can’t make more right away. I put down 1-2 weeks to make and ship because of the trip but I expect it to take less time than that once I’m back home. These are the only ones I got listed before we pulled out this morning around 6:30am but I will get the others you saw in my last post up when the trip is over; please look forward to it!

I had a question for you guys regarding the job stones. Would you like them the same size and shape as the Dalamud and veteran tattoo pendants or would you prefer that I attempt to cut them out the same as their ingame stones? The circle is far easier so I would charge $20, but the irregular shapes are finicky and tedious to cut so they would be $25. Also, for job stones I think I’ll give you an option when ordering to get the same patina as above or a rainbow patina.

I managed to grab my packaging on the way out so I’ll be able to wrap orders up on the trip and send them as soon as I get home, okidoki?

Thank you so much for all of the interest you have shown; you helped me get over my reservations and do this thing I’ve been wanted to for awhile. I appreciate all of the reblogs, likes, and comments so much. I hope you all find my art worth your money and may you ever walk in the light of the crystal.

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Somehow this became an Independence Day style AU. Uh, whoops? All of my knowledge of Naval Aviation was gleaned from Wikipedia. Warnings in the tags.


There’s a genius to the way Patrick flies, like he understands things about his Hornet that nobody else ever could. It was like that from the very first time they put him in a cockpit. When they first started at Pensacola, Jonny didn’t know what to make of him. Patrick was fresh out of his twelve weeks of OCS and it seemed like he just woke up one day and decided he wanted to fly. Jonny was a commissioned marine and he’d tell you he’d known he was headed here his entire damn life. He was soloing gliders at 14 and had his recreational license before he even left for college. Patrick had 25 hours of civilian flight school.

But when they were sent on to primary flight training at Corpus Christi and Patrick got into that junky fucking Beechcraft T-6 it was like he was born to it.

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Returning to Anchorage, I plan the next step….not going for a small goal this time, I chose Prudhoe Bay as the next stop. The Dalton Highway is a road famous for extremes….weather, distance and the landscape are impressive!

Destination set, hitchhiking from Anchorage to Fairbanks is easy, doing a last run for groceries there, I then try to catch a truck up the road at the Hilltop Café (90% is commercial traffic here…Prudhoe Bay is an important oil industry outpost) - took a time but finally found a trucker willing to give a ride. to Coldfoot. halfway up. :)

Stuck in Coldfoot (truckstop and gas station), there is no more truckrides coming up…a day and a half passes by, waiting and asking around in the endlessly burning sun……

not willing to quit in the perfect weather and with enough food for a week - I finally find my ride!


Flew out of Anchorage early this morning, and weather looked great all-around; I was pretty psyched to see that I wasn’t in for the same debacle as last year.

By the time I’d boarded for Deadhorse, the weather had already changed for the worse, with next to no visibility on Barter Island.

Looks like I’m stuck back in Fairbanks tonight. On my own dollar.