Pilot Rob Norberg on a 2011 Spring Turkey hunt.
“Time To Wash My Beaver” continues the exhaustingly repetitive theme of our confused, underachieving, deluded protagonist searching for meaning in odd life circumstances, and completes the cycle of enthusiastic young pilot headed for Alaska who grows into the burned-out, jaded pilot of the bush who is qualified for no other aviation job. He becomes resigned to his lonely fate, yet through it all, miraculously discovers a minuscule amount of comfort in his place in this world.
“Honey Wagon” was born in 1994, my second year of guiding at Rainbow King lodge. Supposedly, I had proven myself so talented in the first year that I got promoted to hauling feces to the Iliamna sewage lagoon when I returned that next summer. For three days straight, I pumped the juice out of the lodge holding tank into the 500 gallon trailer apparatus and drove the suburban at every bit of 10 mph to the glorious destination. This valuable time in the cockpit was spent humming a goofy tune that later fit perfectly into my guitar skills at the time, which consisted of your basic three chord G-A-D progression.
“Eskimo Tradition” came along around the year 2000 after spending a year and a half in a little village called St. Marys out on the Yukon Delta flying for Hageland Aviation. The song chronicles the yearning for the good ‘ol days of the Alaska bush by a young pilot who can’t quite match his Alaska adventure expectations with modern reality.