Posts in the “alaska” category

This photo shows two great things about driving the Dalton Highway in Alaska: the traffic and the scenery.

As one last photo of Alaska (for the time being), here’s the Arctic Circle sign that you’ll find on the Dalton Highway north of Fairbanks, on the way up north to places like Deadhorse and Prudhoe Bay.

A rainbow over the hill, off the Dalton Highway, Alaska. (On the drive north to Deadhouse and Prudhoe Bay.)

Once upon an Alaskan night I went out looking for the northern lights, which were currently playing in town. I found them in a couple of areas, and almost ended up sleeping the night in my car in Talkeetna, but decided to drive home instead.

Just before coming upon this light — which was either on Highway 1 or Highway 3 — I was in a very dark area, and saw something move a little bit, so I came to a complete stop. A few moments later I realized a moose was standing right next to my car. Then I remembered that you rarely see one moose, there’s often two or more. Not wanting to startle the moose, I waited until it made a move and walked away from my car.

Yours truly (Alvin Alexander), after coming inside from a cold, Alaskan winter night in 2010-2011.

I prefer the phrase, “Sun does not set.” #talkeetna #alaska

This is a photo from May 10, 2011. The long bike-riding path in Palmer, Alaska was  one of my favorite things about living there. As you can see, it’s a nice, big path, separated from the road.

Back in 2011 I was at the start of the Iditarod race, which started on the frozen lake in Willow, Alaska.

Do women run in the Iditarod? Yes, they do. When I took this snapshot back in 2015, seven of the top twenty mushers (racers) in that Iditarod race were women.

This is a photo of the rubber duck, Mr. Bubble bath soap, and bathtub at the Talkeetna Roadhouse in Talkeetna, Alaska. I stayed there several times, but I’ll guess this was from the fall of 2010.

As I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop in Seward this afternoon, a dog walked in the back door and just stood there, looking at everyone. The owner tells me he was looking for a good poker game. ;)

~ photo from Seward, Alaska, February 25, 2011

Every spring I think about moving back to Alaska, and last night I ran across this high resolution map of Talkeetna. For the record, I used to live on I Street in Talkeetna, which isn’t shown on the map.

With the Iditarod race coming soon, I thought I’d re-share this: The Alaska Dispath News has a great video documentary that details what happened during the wild finish to the 2014 Iditarod race. This photo shows Dallas Seavey very shortly after he crossed the finish line, not knowing that he won the race.

A little Iditarod humor in honor of the race starting on March 8, 2020, in Willow, Alaska. Photo from the Seavey family Ididaride website.

This is a view of the mountains from my apartment in Palmer, Alaska, way back in 2011. Palmer is surrounded my mountains on three sides, and these are the mountains you see to the south.

I don’t remember where I saw this photo — it may have been the Fireside Books account on Twitter or Facebook — but it shows that they don’t worry about cleaning the snow off the streets too much in the winter in Alaska. This photo was taken about three blocks from my old apartment in Palmer, Alaska. (My apartment was one block down this road in the direction shown, and one or two blocks to the right.)

My favorite garbage dumpster in Seward, Alaska: “Look for moose.”

January 5, 2011, Wasilla, Alaska: This is a photo of our parking lot, a half-inch or more of ice, and black gravel they’ll sweep up and re-use come March or April.

“Someone is always in the way.”

That was my predominant thought after living in Alaska, and then moving back to the Lower-48.

In Alaska you can go to a lot of places and find solitude, and when you go to the grocery store it isn’t crowded, but as soon as I came back to the Lower-48 I constantly found that someone was always in my way, standing in front of me, at the grocery store, at the post office, in the Rocky Mountain National Park, wherever.

Way back on December 31, 2010 I lived in Wasilla, Alaska, and planned on driving down to Seward to spend a few days around New Year’s there. But a bad ice storm and the inability to find the right size tire chains derailed my plans, and I ended up in Anchorage instead. But because of that, I learned that they have a great fireworks show in Anchorage on New Year’s Eve.

As I mentioned in my second Facebook post on that day, there’s an Alaska saying that goes, “There’s old pilots, and there’s bold pilots, but there ain’t no old and bold pilots.”