While in Seldovia, we watched as five master carvers used chainsaws to transform blocks of wood into amazing pieces of art. The Seldovia Craft Invitational Chainsaw Carving Competition, held annually on Labor Day weekend, was happening while we were there, and it was a treat to witness these unique artists in action. Continue reading “Seldovia, Alaska: Artists with chainsaws and a carving competition”
Seldovia isn’t on an island, but it might as well be—it’s practically surrounded by water, it can only be reached by plane or boat, and its single main street is lined with small businesses owned by locals, with nary a fast food joint to be found. The minute we stepped off the boat, I felt myself relaxing into the place. We were in the hands of the locals, and the stresses of daily life were behind us. There was no place to be and nothing urgent to attend to. The only thing missing was my flip flops (it was too chilly); otherwise, the trip was perfect.
Here’s a little bit of mid-week happiness: sea otters!
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.
I’m a sucker for museums large and small, and in Bethel, we found a good one–the Yupiit Piciryarait Cultural Center, which celebrates the history and traditions of the Yup’ik, an Alaskan Native people who have occupied the Bethel region for centuries.
Riding on an Alaska Airlines Combi Plane
I knew when I booked our flight to Bethel that this trip would be different.
The frozen Kuskokwim River
Last weekend, we checked another item off of our Alaska bucket list: driving on an ice road.
Bear Lake, Alaska
Another first for us former Texans: a walk across a frozen lake.
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.
On one of our trips to Fort Davis years ago, We visited Marfa, which is 21 miles south. This was back when just about the only thing this tiny town was known for was its mysterious Marfa “ghost” lights. I don’t remember anything about our time in Marfa other than the fact that we did see the lights, and yes, they were a bit freaky. But other than that, Marfa seemed like just any other little West Texas town (population: 1,819 as of 2013).