Living an Unfinished Adventure
We are all living in cages with the doors wide open
“Time did not exist; or if it did it did not matter. Our world then was both wide and narrow—wide in the immensity of the sea and mountain; narrow in that the boat was very small, and we lived and camped, explored and swam in a little realm of our own making…” –The Curve of... Continue Reading →
Like countless school children before me, I blame it on the dog. Our poor pet sitter planning forced us to back out of a float down the glacial fed Matanuska, with plans to camp along various gravel bars over Labor Day weekend. So we scoured the bucket list for a three day camping trip that... Continue Reading →
We could feel autumn's presence, trysting in as the sun went down and slipping out again with the coming of morning, so we planned a last camping hurrah. Meeting the train in Girdwood, we clambered ungracefully aboard, hefting the new-to-us, aging raft into the tall baggage car. I have raved of the Alaska Train, and... Continue Reading →
Lost in the crowd Lost Lake is the reason we started backpacking as a family. It has been the goal I've been edging us towards for the past few years. Luckily, along the way, we’ve gathered families we enjoy backpacking with, so it all came together in a splendid clamor of bodies this summer. I’d... Continue Reading →
"Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?The Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.Alice: I don't much care where...The Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn't much matter which way you go.Alice: ...So long as I get somewhere.The Cheshire Cat: Oh, you're sure... Continue Reading →
Hurray for trust and strong little legs! For topo maps, ranger reports, and good friends in willingness to adventure.You start Crescent Creek Trail weaving among the trees and mountain bikers,some of who leave a wake of dead baby chicks, surprised by the appearance and speed of these two-wheeled travelers. The kids held a short funeral... Continue Reading →
While browsing through last summer's backpacking photos, I lit upon the first trip we took—along Resurrection Trail towards the town of Hope, and all that greenery and sunshine got me thinking about the season and why I'm looking at summers past. The ice is mostly melted in our south-facing yard, and yesterday's snow is running... Continue Reading →
With the baby still under a year, we earmarked this summer as a backpacking summer. Our other kids are old enough (4, 6, and 8) to carry their sleeping bags, pads, clothes, snacks and water bottles, while the baby man can be front carried, leaving both mine and my husband's backs open for all the other... Continue Reading →
Living an Unfinished Adventure 