Reuniting with Alaska

   In late July (two days after Justin and Kendra’s wedding) I got the amazing opportunity to visit Alaska in her home state of… you guessed it… Alaska. One word to describe it: indescribable. Here are some pictures that speak for themselves:

We we able to kayak on this beautiful lake by Mariah's grandmother's house. It was cloudy pretty much the entire time I was in Palmer, but here, it really didn't matter.

We we able to kayak on this beautiful lake by Mariah's grandmother's house. It was cloudy pretty much the entire time I was in Palmer, but here, it really didn't matter.

This quaint little barn was on our way back from a biking excursion. I thought it epitomized the area quite well.

This quaint little barn was on our way back from a biking excursion. I thought it epitomized the area quite well.

Me being myself in a field of Flowers. Who new Alaska was so colorful? (The state that is... we already knew that about you, M :) )

Me being myself in a field of Flowers. Who new Alaska was so colorful? (The state that is… we already knew that about you, M 🙂 )
Picturesque :)

Picturesque 🙂

I just like this one.

I just like this one.

The baby Musk Oxen at the Musk Oxen farm, Palmer, Alaska.

The baby Musk Oxen at the Musk Oxen farm, Palmer, Alaska.
More Musk Oxen... Boxen... Goosen!

More Musk Oxen... Boxen... Goosen!

The Little Susitna River. Beauty in aquatic form.

The Little Susitna River. Beauty in aquatic form.

A distanced view of the Matanuska Glacier... This was as close as we got due to a slightly sketchy bridge.

A distanced view of the Matanuska Glacier... This was as close as we got due to a slightly sketchy bridge.

Levi (Mariah's brother) was kind enough to take me to Jim Creek for not one, but 2 midnight fishing trips (seriously... this is midnight). Fish count?  Zilch.

Levi (Mariah's brother) was kind enough to take me to Jim Creek for not one, but two midnight fishing trips (seriously... this is midnight). Fish count? Zilch.

Jim Creek at the twilight hour.

Jim Creek at the twilight hour.

The waterfall of Thunderbird Falls. We had to venture slightly off trail to get this shot. Good thing it was the perpetually wet summer and we were already soaked, so trudging through the water and mist was forgivable.

The waterfall of Thunderbird Falls. We had to venture slightly off trail to get this shot. Good thing it was the perpetually wet summer and we were already soaked, so trudging through the water and mist was forgivable.

These are Bluebell flowers (not to be confused with the fatal Blue Monk's Head). Alaska's elementary teacher used to bribe her students for bringing these flowers to school. Way to encourage destruction of wildlife. I kid, I kid, ;)

These are Bluebell flowers (not to be confused with the fatal Blue Monk’s Head). Alaska’s elementary teacher used to bribe her students for bringing these flowers to school. Way to encourage destruction of wildlife. I kid, I kid, 😉
We've made it to the top of The Butte!!! For the second time thanks to my uncanny ability to delete pictures from my camera. It was worth it though...

We've made it to the top of The Butte!!! For the second time thanks to my uncanny ability to delete pictures from my camera. It was worth it though...

Toto, I don't think we're in Colorado anymore. This is the view of Palmer, AK from the top. It amazes me how the mountains seems to just shoot up from the earth with no foothills.

Toto, I don't think we're in Colorado anymore. This is the view of Palmer, AK from the top. It amazes me how the mountains seems to just shoot up from the earth with no foothills.

And our virtual tour de Palmer ends with Summit Lake on the far side of Hatcher Pass. Too bad I won't be getting to go back anytime soon. Oh wait... :)

And our virtual tour de Palmer ends with Summit Lake on the far side of Hatcher Pass. Too bad I won't be getting to go back anytime soon. Oh wait... 🙂

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22 February 2009. Tags: , , , , , , , . Alaska, Hiking/Backpacking, travel. Leave a comment.

The Prize Winning Stew

      The TV show The Simple Life epitomized the irony of being a fashionista in a field dotted with manure mines. It taught people a little bit about the golden farm lands and a lot about how people react to them.  And that brings us here. In this delightful little blog, I hope you laugh, cry (from laughter of course), and maybe learn a little bit about things that make the U.S. one spectacular place to live.

     I start this blog with a little bit about myself. If you would like the singles listing rundown I am a SWF, avg h/w, lv coffee, fam, frnds. LF… adventure. A more detailed look and you would find a simply complex farm girl from an awkward-sized city in southwest Missouri. That land of milk and manure taught me how to take the dirtiest bits of life and make them my honey. It also taught me how to be independent–which is why this blog has come to be in the first place.

      A lifelong lover of learning and nature, travel seemed to naturally fit into my interests. My first memory of such was a family vacation to California. In truth, that two week span should have cured my then infantile passion for good.   The first week we were locked out of our car on one of the coldest days of San Francisco’s summer. Doesn’t sound that bad? Add 30 mile per hour winds whipping you from the Pacific side, and you might understand the misery. Attire: shorts and T-shirts. Wait time: 2 hours. Location: a yacht club that had its nose far to high in the air to ever allow commoners into their pretentious lobby. 

      Just as unsettling was the jostle we received on the notorious freeways of L.A. Only minutes after leaving Dodger Stadium with bellies full of processed meats and cheeses, we were sleepily on our way back to our beds. CRASH! Oh God. There was a thick dark liquid all over me. Who was it? was it me? I felt my head. It was me. I had hit my head on my aunts soda can and was now dripping with… coke. We spent the night in the hospital to be sure my brother wasn’t suffering internal bleeding, and walked away from the debacle with a nothing more than a severe case of whiplash. This adventure into new territory–even though ripe with pain and distress–led me into many years of travel throughout the U.S. I have a slight feeling it also had something to do my sporadic choice to move all my belongings into the tiniest of dorm rooms in a town I had never even laid eyes on.         

      From road trips with friends to family vacations (otherwise known as forced family bonding) I have come to realize what a diverse place America is.  I hope that some of these observations I’ve collected en route help you to catch a glimpse of the beautiful places we each call home.  America, after all, is the greatest cultural melting pot in history. My joy is in finding the ingredients that make it.

15 February 2008. Tags: , , , , . Intro, Social Commentary. 1 comment.