visited Eklutna Lake as a side trip when I was staying in Anchorage.
I drove down a little dusty side to get there, I saw a couple pushing
a double baby carriage. It was pretty deserted out there, so I stopped
to make sure they didn't need any kind of help. They lived nearby
and were just out for a stroll, so we chatted a bit. They were a
great couple with 2 sons. She laughed as she introduced herself
as Dawn Rising. She assured me that was indeed her real name after
she married her husband, Andy. She laughed again as she said "So
we are the House of the Rising Sons." Just another example
of the great people I've met along the way!
driving listening to a very appropriate tape - "On the Threshold
of a Dream" by the Moody Blues. It was a perfect accompaniment
because I really did feel like I was living a dream this day.
It was like I was having a mutual love affair with nature and
every animal or creature I saw was prettier than usual - the dragonfly's
wings more translucent and colorful and I felt more in tune with
the transformation they symbolize than ever before. The squirrels
sounded happier and the birds sang louder and it seemed like it
was just for me.
I gave thanks for something I had griped about before - the extended
daylight makes days like this possible as I didn't get home until
of being glad for the long daylight, this was our 10 p.m. campfire
while at Russian River with our camp host friends, Ron & Carol.
I loved Russian River and this couple so much, I went back twice.
mom's arrival, our first little road trip in the car was driving
up to Hatcher's Pass. We found a beautiful stream that was the perfect
setting for our picnic lunch, then continued on to Independence
Mine, the remnants of a once thriving gold mine operation. After
that, we took a side road that got pretty rough, but we continued
on with the promise of Summit Lake as the prize at the end. The
lake was small but quite beautiful with little fields of snow still
lying near its banks.
really neat thing, though, was watching the hang gliders take off
from the edge of the huge bluff and soar back and forth with the
wind. My heart was in my throat just watching them stand at the
edge of a massive drop with the wind whipping at the sail above
them, their arms and legs straining with the pressure of holding
on until taking that huge step into thin air. Then once they're
airborne, it looks like they have no control and will just crash
into the mountainside, but that disaster averted, they soar back
and forth on the air currents until safely on land again. A perfect
analogy for life sometimes, and a fun process to watch.
was taken during an overnight stop in McBride, BC. We dry camped
that night in a parking lot, unhooked and drove around to see the
sunset. We loved this little farmhouse with the big mountains in