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June
25, 2003 - Back in Anchorage
Today
I made the effort to visit a few law firms to pass out my introductory
letter and resume in an attempt to get work for the next couple
of weeks. Since Diane is still not back in the office, I went to
another firm who has an office in Portland: Perkins Coie. After
I introduced myself, the receptionist there, Barbara, took a look
at my card and read the first few sentences of my introductory letter
and was immediately intrigued. As we discussed it, and how I work
to support myself as I go, I said it was my dream to travel and
this was the only way I could figure out how to do it. We laughed
as we almost said at the same time: "all it took was a giant
leap of faith." She confided that her dream was to further
her divinity education and we agreed that it is so easy to get caught
up in fear and put limitations on ourselves that we neglect our
dreams out of a need to feel safe and secure, like the two things
just must be mutually exclusive somehow.
Anyway,
it was worth the whole effort of getting up early, getting dressed
up and hitting the streets to solicit work I really didn't want
to do, just so I could meet that woman. When she said I had been
an inspiration to her and that she considered my message as one
from God that she should pursue her own dream, I couldn't help but
hug her, as we both got a little teary-eyed. It was quite a moving
moment actually and a pretty cool thing to happen on my first full
day in Anchorage.
However,
although everyone was very friendly, the one office manager I spoke
to said that during the summertime in Alaska, it is typical for
court and office time to be severely curtailed in favor of the lawyers
and attorneys being out fishing together, so it's not the time they
usually hire temps. I told her my hope had been that the secretarial
staff would be vacationing, and she again surprised me by saying
that most staff take vacations during the wintertime, when they
go "Outside" to get away from the cold here. So boy was
I ever glad that I really didn't NEED to work like I had originally
thought when making the decision to come to Alaska for the summer.
Before I visited the second law firm, I had already decided that
I REALLY didn't want to work anyway if given a true choice and I
would just be doing it out of fear, cheating myself out of time
better spent exploring Alaska. Good thing, huh? And there truly
are plenty of things within a day's drive of Anchorage to keep me
occupied until mom gets here on the 19th.
The
day got better when Don called, as I always feel better when I hear
his voice tell me that of course everything is alright and that
I'm doing exactly what I should be doing and feeling all the things
I should be feeling, all at the right time. There's something so
comforting hearing that from him, because even when I don't trust
myself, I trust him implicitly.
My
very intuitive friend, Steph, wrote in response to my last update:
"You
probably don't want to hear this, but you know me, I will say it
anyway. I think you are really missing the companionship you shared
with Don. He was always there to share your excitement and such
beautiful places. You had him by your side for many miles, and always
felt safe. I know you are safe there, lock your doors, pull your
shades, have a few drinks, and enjoy! And ...remember, you are actually
doing what most people only dream about."
She
is so right on the money it is scary! I'm sure a lot of the emotional
upheavals I feel stem at least in part from the ever-so-present
sense of loss when he is not with me to share the beauty I am seeing
and which I know he would love so much. But I do take comfort in
the knowledge that I still do feel absolutely that I am doing what
I am supposed to be doing and if I could only stop judging my reactions
and emotions, I'd probably be a whole lot more comfortable and relaxed.
Sweet
Judith answered my whiney "Whhhhhyyyyy" questions with:
"Why?
Why and Why? You feel some of those feelings at times because my
dear friend...you are human...you have undertaken an exciting and
difficult at times task..but not without the humaness attached...stop
being so hard on yourself and lighten up...be moody..be sad..be
happy...be glad...cry..laugh..feel insecure..(just don't dwell in
it)...its all a part of who you are...which is pretty wonderful
I might add...thinking of you and sending energy as I write..."
Now
with such friends as these, you really would think I'd quit bitching
so much, wouldn't you?? I am thankful, Spirit, truly I am
.
it's just that no one, including me, would know it sometimes, that's
all.
June
26, 2003
Today
I went to check out some yoga and t'ai chi classes and will start
a gentle yoga class on Monday. I also went to check out the nicest
RV park in town because the thought of spending 3 weeks in this
park is pretty dismal. There is only one feature that is pretty
nice at the moment. The cottonwood trees are seeding and the while
fluffy seedpods float in the air so thick it looks like snow, a
pretty cool sight I'd never seen before. I wrote before about my
previous stay at Ship Creek Landing, and Chuck described the conditions
much better than I did. Hard to believe, but the conditions here
have actually deteriorated in the past 3 weeks as the park has become
more crowded. The spaces are so close that the motor home parked
next to me makes it hard to fully open my outside storage bins.
At
Anchorage RV Park, the spaces are much farther apart, nicely wooded
and landscaped, with a back yard a quiet forest where moose roam
- it also lacks the feature of the railroad tracks. Their daily
rates are a lot higher, but the sites include telephone service
and it would be nice to have constant internet connection again
for a while. It also turned out that since they have a weekly rate
where Ship Creek doesn't, it worked out to only a few dollars a
day more for the length of my stay. So it wasn't hard to convince
myself to treat me to a nice home until mom gets here and we take
off south to the peninsula again.
So
I will move there on Saturday and then head off to the Saturday
market held downtown. I always love browsing through the local vendors'
booths and picking up fresh veggies to fix for dinner.
June
29, 2003 - Anchorage RV Park
Boy,
it feels like George and Louise Jefferson when they sang "Moving
On Up
" I feel just like I've moved from the ghetto to
uptown - that's the difference between where I was and where I am
now. Anchorage RV Park is about 10 miles from downtown Anchorage,
but millions of miles away in terms of how nice it is, especially
compared with Ship Creek Landings. Yesterday morning when I was
leaving there, three police cars came in and arrested the man in
a trailer parked about 4 spaces down from me. My neighbor who had
been parked right next to me had already left so I had more space,
but I was so glad to get out of there.
On
Tuesday I'll move to a better site next to the forest as opposed
to being next to the office where I am now and will stay there until
after my mom's arrival. And it was so funny that when I got here,
the couple in the parking lot who had also just arrived turned out
to be the same couple who had been parked right next to me at Ship
Creek. We hadn't met then, but we recognized each other's rigs and
both said at the same time: "weren't we just neighbors at Ship
Creek?" They're full-timers also and we ended up visiting for
hours later that evening and we had a blast getting to know each
other. We talked about our web pages as he told me his son had helped
develop the Dreamweaver software that we both use. Later I thought
it was funny when the thought crossed my mind that I probably wouldn't
mind their being parked so close to me now that I knew them better
and liked them so much. All in all, though, I appreciate having
more room and a so much better neighborhood.
The
couple who are my neighbors now have lived in Alaska for many years,
but now are here only in the summers in their beautiful motor home
--every winter they are in Arizona. They've both been really nice
and helpful with suggestions about things to see, etc. Leigh came
by this afternoon with an article about things to know when you're
hiking in bear country. She said she saw me riding my bike around
the campground today and thought I should know these things because
she had seen bears in this very spot before. I told her that this
issue had become a sore spot for me because I feel like I'm the
only RVer in Alaska who hasn't seen a bear on the road. I keep hearing
all these stories like people who saw a mother bear crossing the
road right in front of them with her two cubs. When a truck was
approaching from the other lane and the cubs still weren't across,
the mother raised up on 2 legs facing the truck and stayed that
way until they were on the other side, then she ran off behind them.
What an amazing sight that must have been! I've driven all these
side roads that look like perfect bear territory and I haven't even
seen another scraggly moose!
The
Saturday Market was superb. It was a warm sunny day and the vendors
were out in full force with all kinds of neat stuff. Also, Elmendorf
Air Force Base was holding their air show, which was visible from
the marketplace. The Blue Angels performed and their maneuvers with
the backdrop of the gorgeous mountains were spectacular.
I
was happily surprised tonight by a visit from Carol and Ron, my
friends from Russian River Campground. She had received my message
that I was on my way to Anchorage, but didn't know which park I
had settled in. They tried this one first and came across my RV
almost right away, having turned down my street first. I just love
"coincidences" like that. Anyway, their home is in Eagle
River, only 10 miles further north of here, and I had just driven
there today because the mountains were so clear that they called
me. I never found the river itself, but the drive was beautiful
and I had thought of Carol, so it was especially nice to see her
face tonight. They're going back to Russian River to continue their
hosting duties on Tuesday and I'm glad I'll be able to stay there
again when I go back through there with my mom in July. Right now
they're at capacity every night with the fishing frenzy going on,
but that will be over by then.
It
was also salve for my soul to talk to Keala tonight - she is so
happy to be home in Hawaii again and although sometimes we both
scare ourselves with how much alike we are, we get a kick out of
it also and it's always good to connect with that part of myself.
July
3, 2003 - Eagle River Nature Center
Leigh
told me about a guided nature walk offered by one of the nearby
nature centers. It's a very pleasant and easy 1mile walk through
large trees with a great guide who showed us evidence of the animals
who inhabit the area having passed. One lady said she hoped we didn't
see any bears and I assured her I seem to have developed into a
natural bear repellant, so she was safe with me. I continue to be
the only RVer who hasn't seen bears on the road and I am still not
amused.
I
truly enjoyed the walk, though. We were able to see a beaver lodge
and the dam they created. The visitor's center is very well done
and I enjoyed a short movie about the industrious beavers in the
area. I really like this place and intend to return there for one
of the longer walks.
July
4, 2003 - Trip to Whittier
This
day was the kind that makes me so happy to be in Alaska and reminds
me why I came here in the first place. I had decided to take the
trip to Portage Glacier, a short distance south off of the Seward
Highway. It was such an amazingly crystal clear day - the kind of
day where you just can't help being happy if you're outside. During
one of my camera stops, I met Brenda, a woman from Detroit who had
driven here alone in her van. Her mother joined her here and they're
having a blast exploring the beautiful places so abundant nearby
and all along the road. It made me jealous and all the more looking
forward to my mother joining me to share the oohing and aahing and
crying in wonder of it all. It's also nice, though, to have plenty
enough time before she gets here to do some of the hiking she is
not capable of doing. I've also been able to identify things I know
she can do and would enjoy, and that list just keeps getting longer.
At
another stop, I overheard people talking about the tunnel to Whittier
and how it's a little strange - a one lane tunnel that allows people
to travel to Whittier on the half hour, and from Whittier on the
hour. I decided I had plenty of time and the timing was right for
entering Whittier, so I headed that way.
The
tunnel is very narrow and two miles long, so it is certainly not
for the claustrophobic. It has railroad tracks down the middle as
it's shared by the train, also, which until recently was the only
way you could get to Whittier by land. The town itself is mainly
just a stop for cruises and charters, but I did find a nice trail
up to a pretty waterfall and got some great pictures of the glaciers
that decorated the landscape. The side road drive was quite beautiful
especially with no clouds to blur the line between rock and sky.
The white capped mountains against the bright blue background were
exquisite and the scenery postcard perfect.
So
it turned out that the first thing I started out to do was almost
the last thing I did after a long enjoyable day of diversions. I
enjoyed the presentations and exhibits at the visitor's center at
Portage Glacier, but since it receded almost 20 years before they
thought it would, you can no longer see the glacier from the center.
It's still calving, though, and there was a big blue iceberg right
offshore next to the center. Nearby Byron Glacier has a 2 mile trail
that leads to it that is very narrow and rocky in places, but the
trip and the destination more than make up for the difficulty in
getting there. This was one trail where I was glad to be bear repellant,
though, because in places the tall bushes barely give you room to
get through them and it looks like a bear could just jump right
out from anywhere to get across to the stream. I was glad when I
heard others on the trail making noise. It was an inspiring hike,
and at the end I was treated with a surprise - a snow tunnel traveled
through by the stream singing as it came down the mountain - what
a day!
Brenda
had told me that one of the little towns along the way, Girdwood,
was holding their annual Forest Festival and that it's a cute little
hippy enclave with the requisite beautiful scenery on the way. Here
I finally experienced the flashback I've been promised since the
60's. As I was parking, I heard the tunes of the Grateful Dead and
it was a little bizarre to see people in their early 20's and 30's
looking just like I did in my teens and early 20's. It was great
fun and great food accompanied by great music, and it was free -
what a deal!!!
On
the way back to the old campground, I laughed out loud at the cottonwood
balls that looked like snow flying into my windshield and at the fact
that I needed sunglasses at 10:30 at night because the sun was still
bright and setting in my face. |