In the early 1960s, shortly after Alaska became a state, a stranger knocked at Nancy Strand’s door. This was Petersburg, a small, rough yet friendly fishing village full of salty Norwegians. Surrounded by dark rainforest and dangerous seas, hard men and women toiled to make their livelihood from the wilderness. Many hugged their families goodbye in the spring, boarded commercial fishing boats, and were away until the following winter. Others moved from one nearby logging camp to the next. A few chased dreams of gold, but they were the less pragmatic members of the community.