Flying South

Alaska Day 6
The time has come for me to say goodbye to Alaska. What an adventure! I knew before coming up here that I’d only be dipping my toe in all this state has to offer, so I can’t be too upset about the little I’ve seen. But my bags are packed with souvenirs and memories. I’ve got over 700 pictures to wade through. My time in the Last Frontier has definitely been FULL.

It’s always hard to return to the familiar after any trip. Tiff and I have a tendency to get seriously depressed after returning from adventures. Coming back to London after Sweden and Ireland were tough ones. I don’t feel too crushed this time around because I know I’ll be back. Still, it’s a strange sensation stepping back into what you once knew so well, and to see it again with fresh eyes. I’ve been home for a couple weeks and I still catch myself being amazed at the sight of palm trees, and the lack of snow on the roads. I wince when cars take corners too fast, but then in LA there’s not a whole lot of danger of sliding on ice.

My thick socks are packed away, my winter boots stuffed in the back of the closet. But I’ve got new books and treasures spread out on the coffee table. I’ve got a head full of memories, and when the house is quiet I can still hear those sled dogs barking out on the trail.

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