Tag: Alaska

Meeting Mary Shields

I think on this trip I am learning how to be old. Tonight I was talking with someone about Mary Oliver’s instructional book on poetry, how reading it depressed me because I’d wanted to think that poetry was so utterly an art. Every page… Continue Reading “Meeting Mary Shields”

Denali Bus Trip

Denali is a secret and the people here want to keep it that way. At first that irked me. After all, Denali is a national park, it belongs to all of us but then I was reminded that access to a lot of national… Continue Reading “Denali Bus Trip”

Denali Day

We’re in Denali. It’s outsized beautiful. More later maybe.

Fairbanks Friday Round-Up

This week has us being part of a herd. Literally. We’re on a study tour of Alaska with ten other people and two guides. For a person who would rather be alone than be with anyone, this has been oddly nice. Lectures, museums, discussions,… Continue Reading “Fairbanks Friday Round-Up”

Thursday in Fairbanks

We ate moose soup and thick yeasty rolls with butter and blueberry jam. It was our lunch with the elders at Denakkanaaga in Fairbanks. We are on a study tour of Alaska above the 65th parallel. The trip starts in Fairbanks, goes to Denali,… Continue Reading “Thursday in Fairbanks”

Fairbanks Finery

The dressing room at Big Ray’s in Fairbanks doesn’t have a mirror. Don’t people up here want to know if they look cute in stuff before they buy it? That amazes me. That people could be so completely focused on the functional. But looking… Continue Reading “Fairbanks Finery”

Secret Past

Old girl’s frozen smile Hints at trails traveled years back Wind whistles free still

Littlehead

“Did seeing them make you doubt your whole life?” We’d just spent an hour in an exuberance festival created by Kristin and Andy Pace, co-owners of Hey!Moose Kennel, twenty-somethings who take turns racing their sled dogs in the Yukon Quest and the Iditarod. “Yeah,… Continue Reading “Littlehead”

The Rarest Gold is Here

I came all the way to Alaska to find a level playing field. There isn’t a Men’s Iditarod and a Women’s Iditarod. There is just the  Iditarod. The Iditarod is one very long, 1,049 mile, sled dog race that starts in Anchorage and ends… Continue Reading “The Rarest Gold is Here”

Iditarod Chronicle

We are dressed in layers. Our parkas are bunched up under the seat, We are wearing our new boots good for -30 degrees. My husband has twelve New York Times magazines in his satchel along with an extra pair of shoes. We are in… Continue Reading “Iditarod Chronicle”