Kirsten Richardson, a cook who lives here, wanted to make some gnocchi to go with salmon a friend had pulled from the nearby Copper River. But a quick check of the pantry told her she needed Parmesan cheese and eggs, among other staples. So Richardson left her cabin in this tiny village deep inside Wrangell-St. Elias National Park, and made the 960km round trip to Anchorage.
After stocking up, she drove eight hours east from Anchorage, crossed two torrents of cold water and gray silt passable only by footbridge, strapped her 27kg cooler of food onto her all-terrain vehicle and drove a couple of miles up a steep dirt road, then finally carried it all up the driveway, under the electric fence (necessary to keep bears out) and into her cabin.
Finally, she was ready to cook.
"Actually, it used to be worse," she said. "Before they built a bridge, there was just a cable strung across the river. You had to get in the basket with all your stuff and pull yourself across."
In choosing to live in a place of extraordinary natural beauty, the residents of McCarthy and Kennicott, a ghostly former mining town a few miles away, accept some extraordinary obstacles in their daily lives, and for those who want to eat well, being in one of the most isolated places in the US is a challenge.
"Out here, you have a choice," said Mark Vail, a former Air Force cook who lives in McCarthy year-round. "You can live on ramen noodles and baked beans, or you can learn to cook."
For Vail and his neighbors, "cooking" must often include a working knowledge of gardening, canning, charcuterie (every couple of years, he turns a whole moose into sausage, liver pate and jerky), brewing and electrical engineering.
Vail even makes his own mustard and ketchup, but says it is no big deal.
"Everything I do comes from old cookbooks," he said. But as his sled dogs howled, he conceded that driving a dog team to retrieve groceries is a skill not learned in any cookbook.
Making Due
Local cooks have turned necessity into craft, learning traditional skills (smoking fish, sun-drying vegetables, brewing beer) and organizing modern systems (powering appliances with solar panels, flying in a weekly supply of organic produce) to produce good home cooking on a regular basis.
"My own smoked salmon and pickles, that's what I have to eat when I don't feel like cooking," Vail said.
Serge Perez is the chef at the McCarthy Lodge, where Richardson works as a cook. McCarthy has about 30 full-time residents, but summer brings hundreds of tourists, from glacier-bound mountaineers to European families who never put a toe on the ice. "I tell my cooks that if they can cook here, they can cook anywhere," he said. "It's a great education."
Many locals have had some professional cooking experience, whether as backcountry guides for wealthy tourists, mining-camp cooks, or both. James Sill, who lives in nearby Kennicott, trained as a pastry and banquet chef and has done stints at the luxurious Greenbrier resort in West Virginia, but does not seem to mind that his cake-decorating skills now get a workout only a few times a year.
Sill is one of the profession's many obsessive-compulsives (all pastry chefs have a streak), and can make a thousand perfect buttercream roses without stopping, except to light the cigarettes that perch on his lower lip as he works. "I've done my time with that stuff," he said.



