As I read today's Anchorage Daily News, the Peninsula Clarion and the Redoubt Reporter I was reminded just how great Alaska and Alaskans have been for me. Like so many other Alaskans I was drawn to the wildness and beauty of Alaska by what I read and learned from people who experienced Alaska and Alaskans firsthand. Reading Call of the Wild and White Fang by Jack London while in the second grade of a small rural school house got me started. Subsequently articles about homesteading and living in the wild appealed to me and enriched my dream of coming to Alaska to live.
Charley Dunn, a Soldotna resident for 42 years, has experienced a lot since first coming north as a wide-eyed young man in 1966, and if a person could earn a college degree for storytelling, he would hold a Ph.D. for his gift of gab.
A burst of color.
My grandson, Logan, begged to follow me on my morning jaunt around the World Trail by Kenai?s Oiler baseball field. He was jumping on puff balls while I forged ahead in Kathy-Smith-Walk-Your-Fat-Off style, and he was soon a good distance behind.
Two years ago, I took a course in Wilderness Stewardship that was hosted in Girdwood. Four days of training helped me to remember how special our wilderness is in Alaska and I vowed that I'd have a wilderness "experience" with my kids while they were still young. My rule of thumb is that a trip needs to be at least 10 days long before I stop fretting about work or unpaid bills, or whether or not I turned off the stove.
Longtime Alaskan Russell Lee Hicks passed through transition on Thursday February 23rd 2012 at Providence Hospital in Anchorage, he was 75. Born in Independence Missouri on Oct 30th 1936 to Lee H. Crawford and Elizabeth A. (Alma) Edmonson, he was a
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