Ten years ago I moved to Talkeetna, Alaska, and just a few days after I moved into my cabin, a huge fire that was larger than the city of Louisville, Kentucky started to the west of Talkeetna. I took this photo at the top of the hill that overlooks the area.
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 shirt, which I eventually realize is so that she can breast-feed her baby*
Um ... no.
Why are you here?
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.
The Squirrel, from the cabin in Talkeetna, Alaska. See AlaskaSquirrel.com for more information.
Flowers outside the Visitor's Center, Anchorage, Alaska.
My cabin in Talkeetna, Alaska.