SITKA, Ala. – From the rolling prairie and wide-open pastures of southern Goshen County, to ocean views and mountainous terrain in Sitka, Alaska, 2015 Southeast High School graduate Colt Wilson’s path to the U.S. Coast Guard began when he was just a child.
“I was probably 8 or 10 years old, and I always knew I wanted to fly, whether that was a pilot or air crewman,” Wilson said. “I had seen a picture of a bright orange and white helicopter that said U.S. Coast Guard, and I told my mom, ‘That’s what I want to do,’ – she shook it off at the time. I remember I had a Coast Guard patch, coffee mug, hat. I always had Coast Guard gear.”
Wilson is originally from Wyoming, attending elementary school in the Albin and Chugwater areas. He moved to Montana and spent six or seven years there, before enrolling at Southeast High School his freshman year – the alma mater of his parents, Fred and Erin.
“I applied to the Coast Guard Academy my junior year of high school,” Wilson said. The elite program, designed to produce officers, accepts about 300 students annually. Wilson wasn’t invited to attend, but he didn’t let that stop him from joining the service – he eventually spoke to a recruiter and enlisted. “Now that I’m in (the Coast Guard), I can see the officer route wasn’t for me. I like the enlisted side. We are the working force, kind of the unsung heroes. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
After Wilson enlisted, he completed boot camp and was stationed at an air base in Sitka, an Alaskan island city of approximately 9,000 residents and just 14 miles of road from one end to the other.
“Being able to live in one of the beautiful places, in my opinion, on Earth … and being paid to do it (is amazing),” Wilson said. “I got here when I was 18. How many 18-year-olds can say they completed boot camp, moved to Alaska and are getting paid to do it?
“Alaska’s a nice fit,” he continued. “We do endure 18 hours of darkness (a day) in the wintertime, but the summers make up for it. It hasn’t gotten dark here (when I’m awake) for the last two, three, four weeks maybe. It’s definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity – the hunting, fishing, even the camaraderie. You can pop your head in a local mom-and-pop shop and listen to the old fishermen tell stories.”