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The setting moon over the Alaska Range flying into Fairbanks. There's something about traveling alone, spending time in airports and meeting other people doing the same thing as you that is a type of rush. It's the foreshadowing of adventure. That rainbow glare is just the result of my laziness in not wanting to take off the polarizer, oh well, it turned out cool.
This is what I had to adjust to. My first day in Healy, I spent all of it sitting around, reading, not doing much at all, which was an extreme contrast to the previous couple weeks in California. Transitions are made easy when you have something like this to look at, this is the view of Otto Lake from a small beach a short walk from the house. My favorite place to be when the bugs are tolerable.
All last week I was looking forward to Saturday and my first day off since I got here. When I switched shifts with someone and it got pushed back a day I didn't care and went hiking anyway. This is the view from the top of the first peak you summit on the trail to Sugarloaf. It's about the half way point, I ate a small lunch, took a little nap, and turned around here. In the very near future I'll be making it all the way to Sugarloaf.
Ah, and then there's my day off. Going on a hike the previous day meant I felt no obligation to do anything but lounge. It consisted of huddling in the shade of some trees down by the lake, trying to avoid the too-warm sun. A seventy-five page sprint to finish a book I was previously unimpressed with. A phone call from my childhood babysitter letting me know we just happen to be working in the same small town in Alaska this summer (who I finally did rendezvous with last night, we had a great time hanging out and letting everyone know just how far we go back). Bright purples wildflowers surrounding me in the brush. For hours hearing nothing but the sound of swarming bees, horseflies, and mosquitos, and young kids playing somewhere in the distance. The book ended on the note that the overdone pursuit of physical beauty and social acceptance will mutilate you. Thankfully, as I was easily reminded this day, beauty runs fairly deep here.
The setting moon over the Alaska Range flying into Fairbanks. There's something about traveling alone, spending time in airports and meeting other people doing the same thing as you that is a type of rush. It's the foreshadowing of adventure. That rainbow glare is just the result of my laziness in not wanting to take off the polarizer, oh well, it turned out cool.
This is what I had to adjust to. My first day in Healy, I spent all of it sitting around, reading, not doing much at all, which was an extreme contrast to the previous couple weeks in California. Transitions are made easy when you have something like this to look at, this is the view of Otto Lake from a small beach a short walk from the house. My favorite place to be when the bugs are tolerable.
All last week I was looking forward to Saturday and my first day off since I got here. When I switched shifts with someone and it got pushed back a day I didn't care and went hiking anyway. This is the view from the top of the first peak you summit on the trail to Sugarloaf. It's about the half way point, I ate a small lunch, took a little nap, and turned around here. In the very near future I'll be making it all the way to Sugarloaf.
Ah, and then there's my day off. Going on a hike the previous day meant I felt no obligation to do anything but lounge. It consisted of huddling in the shade of some trees down by the lake, trying to avoid the too-warm sun. A seventy-five page sprint to finish a book I was previously unimpressed with. A phone call from my childhood babysitter letting me know we just happen to be working in the same small town in Alaska this summer (who I finally did rendezvous with last night, we had a great time hanging out and letting everyone know just how far we go back). Bright purples wildflowers surrounding me in the brush. For hours hearing nothing but the sound of swarming bees, horseflies, and mosquitos, and young kids playing somewhere in the distance. The book ended on the note that the overdone pursuit of physical beauty and social acceptance will mutilate you. Thankfully, as I was easily reminded this day, beauty runs fairly deep here. 
4 comments:
I am always a fan of your pictures. Which book were you reading?
Invisible Monsters by Church Palahniuk
Hey Trav. It makes my heart soar like an eagle to hear how you appreciate the beauty God has given us. A hike, a nap, and a book. Wow. Glad you hooked up with Erica. Love you, Dad
p.s. it was great to see the lake that has been such a part of your time up there. Now I can picture you sitting at the edge looking for another bald eagle.
Sugarloaf. haha.
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