Back on the first day of June, 2007, I moved to Talkeetna, Alaska, and just a few days after I moved into my cabin, a huge fire that was larger than cities like Louisville, Kentucky or Denver, Colorado, started to the west of Talkeetna. I took this photo at the top of the hill that overlooks Talkeetna.
The cabin I lived in, in Talkeetna, Alaska. This time of year — late winter — I always find myself wanting to move back to Alaska.
The infamous Squirrel, from the cabin in Talkeetna, Alaska. See AlaskaSquirrel.com for more information.
Flowers and a grassy roof at the Visitor’s Center, Anchorage, Alaska.
When I first moved to Talkeetna, I sat down to sign the lease with my new landlord. The conversation went like this:
Her: So, why are you moving to Alaska ... hunter?
Right-wing nut job?
You’re not here to write stories about the town for tv shows, like those Northern Exposure people, are you?
*she starts taking off her sweater*
*which I eventually realize is so that she can breast-feed her baby while we’re talking*
So why are you here?
I’ve heard the song Hurt, performed by Johnny Cash several times lately, so I’ll make it today’s song of the day. I first heard it when I lived in the little cabin in Alaska in 2007, so along with a handful of other great songs I first heard there, it holds a special place in my heart.
Around this date ten years ago I left the little cabin in Talkeetna, Alaska, and started the long drive back to the Lower 48.
A friend was in Talkeetna recently, and sent me a picture of what this cabin looks like these days. Skipping over that, this is what it looked like in mid-September when I lived there.
As I think about going back to Alaska, I’m reminded of the cabin I lived at in Talkeetna, Alaska. (If you’re interested, here’s a link to many more photos of Talkeetna, Alaska.)
As I think about moving back to Talkeetna, Alaska for the summer, I ran across this old photo of my car in front of my cabin.