A curious wolf I came across one time in British Columbia, Canada.
Leaves here are already yellow, and the fireweed has died.
~ September 12, 2007, Denali National Park
I don’t know the name of this glacier (or even this area), but I can tell you that this is a glacier and mountain range somewhere near Anchorage, Alaska. I took this photo in 2007, so there’s a chance that this glacier doesn’t exist any more.
A favorite gift from the last twelve years is the purple pencil sharpener shown at the top of this image. It may have only cost a dollar or two, but one of my sisters and her daughters gave it to me when I saw them right before I moved to Alaska, and it’s been with me ever since. I especially like it at times like this, when I’m editing a new book.
Once upon a time I came across same killer whales (orcas) in Alaska, off the coast of Seward.
Then there was the time I followed four bears down the road in Alaska.
Around this date ten years ago I left the little cabin in Talkeetna, Alaska, and started the long drive back to the Lower 48.
Denali, as seen from the rivers in Talkeetna, Alaska, in September, 2007.
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 the area.
It’s hard to believe it’s been this long, but ten years ago today I hopped in the car, aimed in the general direction of Alaska, and a little less than a month later I ended up in Talkeetna. Hopefully in another ten years The Squirrel and I will be sitting on the front porch again, eating popcorn, Cheerios, cherries, and PB&J sandwiches, and catching up on the last twenty years of adventures.