We’d become accustomed to the simple beauty of black and white on our shopping trips to Anchorage, as the scenery along the Seward Highway was comprised of leafless trees, stark mountains, and snow. The last time we saw color in the Chugach National Forest, it was September, autumn was in full swing, and we were still deciding whether to move here:
We stopped by Eklutna on a cool, rainy day at the end of April. In most parts of the U.S., spring had long since arrived, but here, 30 minutes north of Anchorage, the trees were still bare, and patches of snow lay on the ground.
We spent the past few days in Anchorage, and on Monday we went for a walk in Kincaid, one of the city’s fantastic municipal parks. It was rainy and cool and we enjoyed having the trail all to ourselves, but because moose and bear are commonly seen here, we were also vigilant.
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The Iditarod wrapped up yesterday, with the last few mushers trickling into Nome. Iditarod 2017 may go down as one of the greatest races of all time. It was fast, with the top four mushers coming in under what was the standing speed record. And the champion, Mitch Seavey, shattered that record (set by his son Dallas only a year ago) while also becoming the oldest person ever to win the Iditarod.
A new job, a new home, a few bear attacks, and musings about the wonders of butter
We’ve been in Seward for a little over a week, and it’s been an eventful few days. Here are the highlights:
An older couple stood at the guardrail, their car parked on a shoulder not wide enough to accommodate it. It was an act so reckless that a semi blared the horn at them as it passed.
I could see what they were risking their lives for–beluga whales, two of them, swimming in a protected cove near the road.