I know it's a small market, and not many get to here, but i can say from personal experience Iridium works pretty well in AK, GlobalStar, not so much.
I'm a SAT phone user, have my own, and still pay the $43 per mos. whether we use it or not.
In many days (not enough though, grin) in the back country I've never had to use it for what I bought it for, an emergency.
closest probably ever came to using it was when I was guiding and we were 100 miles away in any direction from the closest village or town, client fell in the lake trying to get out of the raft, waves were breaking at about 3 feet. No biggie, we were right at camp, fished him out and sent him to the tent to get dry clothes on. He grabbed his bottle and proceeded to start draining it. Weather was cool and he was dressed heavily when he went in. He floundered trying to regain his footing, thus the fishing out part.
Getting dry was good, getting drunk not so much. He came into the cook tent to hang out with the rest of us, was retelling his "close call" with his bottle in hand while warming his backside by the double burner camp stove where we had a giant vat of stew boiling in prep for the evening meal. Tipped back his bottle as it was gettin low and fell straight backwards towards the stove!
Missed hitting the stove by an inch or two at the most, if that vat had come down on him he'd have been scalded about his face and neck. It would have been butt ugly. Shook me up a bit. I'd guided for years before the SAT phone technology was available to us.
I've been lucky, while several close calls miles from any help, and a few what could have beens like the one I related above, have never had to call in the Air Cavalry.
even though my SAT has never been used for it's intended purpose, I've never regretted purchasing it or hauling it around.
Not only do I go solo abit, but we've hauled our kids around the back country at very young ages (can't tell you how many 5 gal. buckets of diapers I've hauled clean, in to, and dirty out of the mountains) usually by snowmachine. Believe my oldest kid now 22 was 4 when I first took her 42 miles in country to a beautiful little cabin called Windy Gap.
We took our youngest, now 14 on his first camping trip at two weeks old.
Stuff happens, machines break down, hot stoves, fires etc. and boiling liquids are a constant potential danger. Earthquakes happen, avalanches, fires etc. Know of one guy here that earthquake set off an avalanche and he in his tent went tumbling down a mountain. He ended up with 6 inches of rifle barrel piercing him through the rib cage. Walked out to his truck and drove himself to medical treatment.
I don't mind hauling the SAT, it's insurance, to me, much like having fire insurance on my house. Never used it for it's intended purpose, still glad I have it though.
Will say I need to visit here more often, something about guys that backpack hunt, gives a peace of mind (however they prefer to perform it) to prevent a lot of the ugliness you see in other Forums over differences of opinion doesn't seem to happen so much here.
Kudos to all of you for your efforts in your obvious respect for one another even though for some electronics take away from the experience they seek and for others it enhances their experience.
one last little story about SAT phones and then I'll close, forgive me for the length of my post if you will please.
Solo hunting for sheep, I carried the SAT as a peace of mind for momma even though I really am an ounce counter on sheep hunting.
Hiked in about 12 miles and got weathered in for 3 days, fog so thick you couldn't hunt. (I once spent 9 days in a two man tent high in the mountains the year the Siberian Steamroller came through) Bored outa my gourd.
Called weather service to get some idea of how long the weather system would last. Wasn't a good report. Well heck, had a house under construction, biz concerns in town etc. So I figured to roll everything up and head back to town, had already been up once before with a guy and got smoked out cause of wildfires. So no sheep for me that year.
But before I started wadding stuff up, I phoned my dad at 1.59 per minute. My love for the outdoors comes from my dad (certainly not my mom who raised me) but it wasn't transferred directly my folks divorced when I was two and while I had some contact with my dad not all that much and he left the town we lived in when I was about 12 and the contact became even more rare. I'd gone through all the normal stuff most boys go through without a dad around, bitterness, hurt, anger, etc. and it manifested itself in an emotional distance between me and my father as real as the physical distance that separated us.
We never had the relationship that most desire for father and son, I hear the regret in his voice these days when I tell him what my boys and I have been up to. But we do have that connection based upon the outdoors. I'm so like him in that the woods and the wild places are my healing place for when my soul is hurting. Not much makes me happier than to be headed in to new country with a good rifle at hand.
I believe I was born to travel God's country and everything else I do is just stuff in between when I'm really alive and living.
Anyway I digress, so just for a hoot, I rang him up on the SAT to tell him of my frustration for my season and probably to get either confirmation that I was doing the right thing by packing it in 5 days before I ran out of food or to see if I should wait it out for the weather to clear.
while we were talking me high in the brooks range and him in MO, out of the fog about 25 yards away out walks a young ram, not full curl, but approaching 7/8's.
As I was describing the scene to him, he told me "put down the phone and shoot" I told him "if he'd been legal you'd have heard the shot, I wasn't gonna ask for permission" we had a good laugh.
my dad is too old for us to hunt together, especially the way I hunt and too much time slipped away before our relationship was repaired enough for there to be any desire to do so.
He was an outdoorsman with few peers back in our home woods when I was a kid and too little to go with him and the way he hunted, he marvels at my experiences up here and I know he wishes when he was at his peak he'd been in this country practicing his bush craft.
but for just one moment, he was there with me on the mountain as a ram walked out of the fog, he heard my whispered excitement, my sheer joy of being there in the presence of one of those magnificent creatures even though it wasn't legal. And for a split second he knew we were one.
Our lives are measured in years, but our true living often amounts to seconds, sometimes just a split second. But it is enough, it has to be.
So for all my "cousins" out there that love the lonely places, the windswept ridges, the choked river bottoms, the thick timber that fills our hearts with a joy and peace that only the wild places provide, my salute and my acceptance that what pace you travel, what gear you take what direction you head and who you leave behind to do so are as different as we are as individuals.
and that is fine as we only need to make ourselves happy with our choices
but we're connected, and we connect by being alone
My dad will never hunt the high peaks with me, it wasn't in the cards for this lifetime. But for one moment we were connected if only spiritually, thanks to that new fangled gizmo. I'm grateful for it.