Ten years since the move to Alaska

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.

The squirrel is back

I woke up this morning to the pitter-patter of little feet on the roof. At first I thought it was Santa and the reindeer, but then I realized he’s still 86 days away. As I listened more, I thought, “I know that sound.” When I heard the sound move from the roof to the outside wall I ran out to the deck where, after a trek of seven years and 3,000 miles, my little friend found me.

For more information on what the heck this means, so my website, AlaskaSquirrel.com. :)