May 30, 2007


A friend of mine recently returned to Alaska after a five year trek through the Lower 48. He sent me this excellent picture taken during a weekend with his family in Seldovia. Like me, Steve thought moving outside would be a good idea but Alaska has a way getting into the soul and pulling you back.

Poet Robert Service wrote in "Spell of the Yukon":

There's a land where the mountains are nameless, And the rivers all run God knows where; There are lives that are erring and aimless, And deaths that just hang by a hair; There are hardships that nobody reckons; There are valleys unpeopled and still; There's a land -- oh, it beckons and beckons, And I want to go back -- and I will.

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