|Occupy Anchorage abides (1 tent).|
It’s not an easy transition, from island to landmass or from small town to major city. In Sitka, I was on an island that’s 100 miles long and 30 miles at its widest point; a perfectly-sized small town with just 14 miles of roadway, surrounded by 17 million acres of Tongass National Forest wilderness. If a plane flew overhead, it was “the 73” or “the 67” (going by flight number) and usually someone would look up and comment–Oh, so-and-so’s on that outbound flight. If it wasn’t that, it was a small float plane and typically someone without shouting distance knew the owner.
the midnight sun (almost). This time, it’s more like the land of the midnight snow, and I think I may need to rent some
skis to love it again. Winter in an urban setting is a whole
different beast. But because this is Alaska, the outdoors still announces itself around almost
every block. (Ok, definitely not on 6th avenue, where I had to go into the mall today for an errand that felt like selling my soul to the devil after all the down-home-down-to-earth living I did in Sitka.) I’m just a few blocks from Westchester Lagoon (yes, it’s frozen) and the Coastal Trail, where long views and families playing in the snow abound. Now if my spirit could just catch up with my body, I’ll be good to go.