Taking my stuff to be mailed was an adventure in itself. I recruited my friend Chad to help me. I had two large boxes roughly 50lbs each on top of the guitar, a box of books, and a gift for a friend. I busted out my old radio flyer wagon to help move the boxes from my car into the post office and let me tell you, we got some looks. I'm sure it didn't help that I had my picture taken with everything in the middle of the sidewalk, but the wagon squealed when you rolled it causing heads to turn. The lady I worked with I don't think was too pleased dealing with those heavy boxes and my mislabeling, but she wished me luck and more heads turned as we rolled an empty wagon out of the post office. The cost of shipping everything? $150.

The last week and half in Wisconsin couldn't have been better. All kind of people came home for the holidays and I spent night after night going out and seeing old friends from high school and UWSP. I had so much fun hanging out with my good friends going downtown which I never do. Though I did have to wash my clothes after each night due to the smoky smell, good thing Alaska is smoke free. I went sledding after more snow had fallen. Within no time at all I was leaving Point for good heading to Chicago.
In Chicago we stayed at my friend Dann's place above a funeral parlor. You'd never know it being there.
I spent Sunday morning before leaving for Chicago playing with my animals and giving them as much attention as possible. It hadn’t sunk in yet how much I was actually going to miss them, I just knew it’d be hard for them when I left. It was a very sad goodbye to walk out of the house and close the door on them. The drive to Chicago was 3 hours of winter wonderland. The trees were all beautifully blanketed in snow that it looked like something from a professional photograph. By the time we were in Chicago the snow had begun to disappear.
Chicago was a blast hanging out with my good friends. New Years Eve us ladies ditched the boys to go to a party elsewhere in Chicago. They had the Rock Band video game, like Guitar Hero only you have four people play in a band. I’d never played it before and I got stuck being the singer but we all had a fun time showing off our lack of video game talent.
We managed to sneak in a few hours of sleep before getting up at 6am to get ready to leave. It was the start to a very long day of crappy traveling. I barely made it through security in time to get to my first flight only to find the plane wasn’t even there. My layover in Vegas was a short one so it was possible I was going to miss it so the airline double booked me on another flight that would leave much much much later. I was very hopeful I could catch this flight, however, that was not the case. I was about 5 minutes too late. If it were a clear hour or more maybe it’d be a little less frustrating, but we waited to dock for a good ten minutes because another plane took our spot at the gate we were assigned. So my once 12 hour travel experience turned into 23 hours. I had to go to Phoenix before I could go to Anchorage and whole lot of waiting in-between. Yes, you can gamble in the Vegas airport, I didn’t though.
Ironically in Phoenix a lady had started questioning me about what I was doing where I was going and where I came from. Turns out this lady, about in her 70s, was originally from none other than Stevens Point, Wisconsin. On top of that she attended the university there for music (which I had as well for the first few years of my college career). She was pretty blown away by our similarities, but it didn’t surprise me. Us Sconnies are everywhere and I’m no longer surprised to see people sporting Packer gear outside the state. I saw some in both the Vegas and Phoenix airports. (This is not the last of these occurrences either)
Three uncomfortable flights later and at 1am Alaska time (4am to my body) I finally landed in Anchorage. Matt and his friend, Robert, were there to greet me and we went out for pizza and drove around to get me acquainted before I was dropped off at my new home. I didn’t go to bed till 3:30am so I slept very late to catch up for two nights of little sleep.
The following days were just me being at the mercy of my driver friends Matt and Robert. I hadn’t met Bill, the guy I am staying with, till late Wednesday evening after he got home from work. Wednesday, my first official day in Anchorage, Matt took me to brunch at a place where the waiter took my Wisconsin license (it was a bar restaurant so I had to show my ID) and his response was “My parents grew up in Stevens Point” followed by “Yeah, Anchorage has the largest Packer fan base outside Wisconsin.” He wasn’t kidding, I’ve seen Packer flags outside people’s houses.


Bill is a fantastic guy who I will learn lots from. He’s a big outdoor enthusiast and has expertise in all the things you can imagine: skiing, climbing (rock and ice), mountaineering, diving, and his big passion is big game hunting. Since I’ve been hear I’ve been eating the meats of most of his kills. Since my big interest here is to ice climb he has offered to become the mentor to us, so instead of going through some expensive company we will be doing it for somewhat free. He has all the gear and know how so all I need is to learn what he knows, get buff from the rock climbing gym, and get good at rope management. The rock gym is phenomenal, as well as the climbers in it.
The following day was a lazy day and by 3pm I was on the road with Bill (Matt to take a plane later) to the Kenai peninsula where Bill has a cabin that he calls the Fox Farm, which is more like an impressive house than a cabin. Despite the cloudy day the drive down the famous Seward Highway was impressive. There is a stretch where the road is snuggled between the ocean and cliffs, and on those cliffs are frozen waterfalls, lots of them. This is where a lot of people go ice climbing and we sure did see many out there doing just that. It’s not safe to be so close to the highway and Bill, of his many amazing and crazy awesome stories, has informed us of incidences of falling rock. He was climbing once when there were sheep above who were knocking down rocks, not only on them, but onto the cars. It’s pretty common to hear about people getting a windshield smashed out from falling rocks… or the road closing from an avalanche. It’s apparently a pretty dangerous highway in general.
So the cabin is located in a town called Kasilof. A lot of famous pioneers were from the area, such as Andrew Berg. I met a man whom Bill calls one of the last living pioneers and informs me of the honor it is to know him… his name is Per Osmar, there is a road named after him. He’s in his 90s now, but seems to be still active and gave me signed photos of his photographs of Redoubt Mountain (which is visible from Clam Gulch beach as seen in the video below… though you can’t see Redoubt in the video). He’s a sweet man and well respected.
Clam Gulch Alaska
4 comments:
You sound so happy and Alaska seems like an amazing place. :)
I'm so glad you're blogging, so fun reading about your travels!
Impressed by how fast your picking up on shift driving btw, it's not an easy adjustment..
Looks like a good start. Say hi to the moose for me. If you need to know the weather at all...just let me know!!! Alaska can be just as nuts as here. I should apply for a job at a tv station in that state...think that would fly? ;-)
great job wasting no time getting your alaska id! :) i'm glad to read that you're off to such a great start. love you!
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