The pilot called out sights and told jokes over our headsets. One of the first images we saw out the plane window was the braids of the Susitna River. The palimpsests of the floodway show the water's past almost as clearly as its present. Landing on the ice and packed snow of the base camp runway was surprisingly smooth. Once the engine was cut our entry into this other world, white and quietly sublime, was complete.
The flight company ferries mountaineers as well as tourists to base camp and apparently promises climbers who successfully reach the 20,ft summit of Denali fresh pizzas from Mountain High Pizza Pie in Talkeetna.
On May 30 our flight doubled as the pizza delivery run for this crew of Korean climbers. Flying low over the Alaska Range there was this intense serration of peaks stretching back to the Susitna Valley, and then suddenly we were eye level with the goliath Mount Hunter. I love this shot because it conveys the unmistakable presence these mountains have. Here, he points out a kingfisher or Arctic tern coasting over the glassy water of the main lake. Talkeetna comes across as modern-day Alaska in microcosm.
The town's approximately residents have arrived from diverse backgrounds but have one thing in common: the experience of cutting a life out of the bush. A hundred-yard walk down Main Street gets you fresh-baked spinach bread served out of an Airstream trailer, a flight of very legit craft beers from Denali Brewing and a bowl of spicy Himalayan dumplings. In a land of few people, there are still plenty of stories. This Russian Orthodox Church in Ninilchik, overlooking the Cook Inlet at the western edge of the Kenai Peninsula dates to and was built by Russian settlers who first came to the area 50 years earlier.
Even though the Sterling Highway gives easy access to Ninilchik, the village doesn't seem to notice. Our last few days were spent at a luxury lodge accessible only by boat from Homer Spit, or else by floatplane. On their day off, lodge guides Andy and Krista attempted a traverse of the ridge visible across the water. Halfway up they were forced to turn back by thigh-deep snow over the trail. When Teresa took us sea kayaking in the rain, we were discovered by a pair of harbor porpoises. They swam with us for a while, submerged and silent for second intervals, then punctuating the quiet of the rainfall with a single spouted breath, their pale bodies grazing the surface of the green water like a childhood memory.
The compressed growing season, the prolonged twilight…summer in Alaska can feel like magic when you're dropped into it as a visitor. Near the lodge, trails led through Sitka spruce to bald eagle nests and black-pebble beaches.
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At low tide the shore at Tutka Bay Lodge transformed into an aquatic petting zoo. Here, Andy shows off one of the massive sunflower sea stars that hang out in the kelp by the dock. We never managed to stay up all night to see if it actually gets dark in June in Alaska. This midnight walk on the beach was as close as we got.
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- Memories of Summer.
- Memories of Summer in Alaska.
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Read More. Memories of Summer in Alaska Last summer my wife and I flew to Alaska in celebration of her 30th birthday and our fourth wedding anniversary. Exit Glacier, Kenai Fjords National Park Returning to specific places my family had visited in was like walking into a faded travel photo.
At the last minute, I see James run out of the house to see us.
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We drive back to the old house and spend the rest of the day packing box after box, box after box. The house looks sad and empty as we head to bed. Before we sleep, we reminisce about our first night at Oxford Falls. Rick reminds me how unsettled and uneasy I felt that night six years ago. I have no memory of it at all. We fall asleep holding hands. Within three hours, they have emptied the house and filled three trucks with all our possessions.
Rick and I walk through the house one last time. All my sadness about moving comes pouring out of me like an avalanche. Images of the boys eating at the table and running around the table flash through my mind, and it makes me sob all the harder. Rick wraps his arm around my shoulders and leads me out of the family room, through the mud room, and into the garage. He helps to put on my shoes as I stand their motionlessly, still crying.
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I follow him out of the garage, across the lawn, and into the car—still crying. I cannot stop. As our Land Rover pulls down the driveway, I turn my head around to look at our house—our home—one last time. I turn my head back the other way, and Rick grins at me with his big, warm smile. Cart 0.
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- Smugglers Cove.
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- A Mote in Brussels Eye?
Memories of summer Part 1.