So next month marks one year since I've been to Alaska. Living in South Louisiana, it's hard to come by frigid gusts of wind and giant chunks of ice. With the temperature in the mid nineties this week I'm certainly missing the sixties in the sunshine of the Last Frontier.
I was reading a book the other day, in fact, in which the main character travels north for the first time. She ends up somewhere equatable to Norway and the authors description of the wind, the cold, the smells and sounds of that place made me a little Alaska sick. Not unlike when the longing for Italy I still sometimes have when the wind whips up the smell of cigarettes and a pizza parlor and the sun is shining brightly.
I still get updates about what's up in Alaska frequently. My professor created a facebook page that people still use to share links about the new calves at the Musk-Ox farm in Palmer and what's happening in Denali.
One day I'll make it back.
