Alaska is for the wild ones
Alaska is for the wild ones
My loyalty to WordPress runs deep.
As in, so deep I went to make another blog to separate my professional and personal blogging and I felt so compelled to come back to my lovely little WordPress blog here that the one I created 8 hours ago is about to be deleted. Goodness “get busy living”, I have grown strangely attached to you.
I’m not leaving or changing the content. I intend to post some professional and some personal blog posts and that’s that. I decided I don’t want my entire personal life devoted to one blog (people don’t need to know that many details) and devoting an entire blog to only professional content will make me want to gauge my eyeballs out. Sorry ’bout it. I’m here to stay and make both work.
So Fairbanks, Alaska is one interesting city. I suppose no matter where you move in the United States there will be quirks you’re not used to, but I genuinely think there is something in the water here. The people who move to Fairbanks to stay – mind you, I have yet to meet a single person who has lived here their entire life – are something else.
For example, today I showed up at the Fairbanks Community Food Bank where I’m volunteering and was sent to work with this adorable 75 year old woman named Peggy. Now Peggy was a talker and once she got going, I had only to begin to ask questions and she was off on a spiel. Within fifteen minutes of meeting her, Peggy tells me this past year she fulfilled everything on her bucket list. Now I’m standing there sorting moldy produce thinking, ‘Wow. That is pretty impressive. I wonder if her bucket list was short or if it was comprised of simple things’ when this 75 year old woman says to me, “Yeah my son was so worried about me skydiving last year, but it was amazing!”
I am not even making this up.
She proceeds to tell me she also drove from Fairbanks, Alaska to Houston, Texas for some religious conference last year and she took the scenic route making it an almost 10,000 mile round trip. I asked her how and Peggy’s response? “Well with my Subaru.”
The mom and daughter I met the day before moved there so her husband could make twice the money doing construction and her 16 year old daughter was telling me about the trophy elk she would shoot every year with her dad. Last week I met an older woman (early 60’s) who used to vacation in Fairbanks and moved here for the beauty, then met her husband, who now takes her to “Moose Camp” for a month in September every year. Oh and they were going white water rafting the next day down a glacier fed river through the tallest mountain range in North America.
The people in Alaska are ONE OF A KIND. It really takes a special type of person to live here willingly. Now I’m not saying I don’t have an adventurous streak. I like hunting, spontaneous road trips, hiking on trails I’ve never been, and moving to new places where I hardly know anyone. But until I’m jumping out of airplanes at 74 years old, I’m not sure I have what it takes to be a permanent Alaskan resident.
Plus everyone drives really slow in Fairbanks. I have the Twin Cities traffic bug. The cop who pulled me over and gave me a warning the second day I was here made it pretty obvious I’m no local…
“Don’t fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have.”