And I think over again My small adventures When from a shore wind I drifted out In my kayak And thought I was in danger. My fears, Those small ones That I thought so big, For all the vital things I had to get and to reach. And yet, there is only One great thing, The only thing: To live to see in huts and on journeys The great day that dawns And the light that fills the world. --Song from the Kitlinguharmiut. Copper Eskimo. Trans. Knud Rasmussen
Continuation of cycles. Almost a completion from when I arrived in Alaska this time around. It is mid-October, and winter has set in once again in the Great North. It feels right somehow, like it’s time, though a line from The Stranger appears amusingly in my head: ‘No, there was no way out, and no one can imagine what nights in prison are like…’ But still and again, the beauty of it all. The constant change of color and energy. The fascination in watching and listening as the world refreezes. The rivers, so recently thawed, now slush in motion. The lakes already solid enough to stand or skate on. The silence.
The last few weeks offered days on end of autumn at its finest, providing opportunity to get the head straight before the long nights ahead. It’s been good to slow shift from one extreme to the opposite. A few of the finer moments: paddling a bit more of the Tanana with Emilie and Toko; canoeing under the northern lights one week and hiking 12-mile summit in the snow two weeks later with Michael Ann; bike riding and axe throwing at work; and a visit from the lovely Renée, who flew from Phoenix, AZ to Fairbanks, AK—106° to 36° (and far colder by the end)—to hang out for a while. While she was around we managed to get up the Dome, visit Castner (as awesome in the fall as in the winter), hike Angel Rocks, hit up the hot springs, check out Fairbanks, and get in a dawn patrol paddle on Birch Lake. So incredibly nice it was to have someone to show around for a while, someone to share the world with for an all-to-quick moment in time. (Many of the following photos are courtesy of others…)
COOL AND COOL!!!!!
I can never thank you enough for sharing your life and times with us. There is NO finer thing, except perhaps living it. I’ve been up in SE Idaho with the elk wandering and wolves howling. It’s the best Tootsie-ing around I can find 🙂