I write this sitting cozy in the cabin with the rain and wind pounding as the ocean churns outside, In a misty gray haze you can still see the light on this Solstice Day. It’s nearly 2:30 P.M., the sun will be setting soon, but not before I go for a stormy swim. I’ve committed to daily ocean submersion for some time, more on that later. Before the memories slip away, I’m eager to write about the most magical day in Tutka Bay, yesterday.
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Living a self reliant life in Coastal Alaska.
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Stay Wild
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The sun is shining and finally above the mountains near 10 am. It only stays for a few hours before descending below the mountainous horizon across to the other side of the bay. It’s not a very large bay, maybe 0.25 miles wide where the cabin is nestled up. The cabin rests on a small peninsula about halfway up the bay. The view from where I sit writing this is of dramatic snow covered mountains, soft spruce filled coastline, and the blistery winter ocean. -
What do you even do over there?
Watching the crow perched on an elderberry tree in front of the window where I sit and contemplate, the all too familiar question arrises into my mind – “What do you even do over there?!”. It is a difficult thing to understand for most I can imagine. A successful, and let me emphasize the FUL(L), busy matrix life. Happy, healthy kids, a growing career, a nice home in a pretty little neighborhood – and you moved? What I don’t do over here is what I did do over there, but honestly, a lot of it is the same. And, much is different.
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Nature’s Gifts
The quillwork cloud patterned sky dissolves into a white blanket, high enough to enjoy the views of the sharp, rugged peaks from my writing spot. The calm movements of the ocean glisten the surface into a mesmerizing silver display. The deep blue green waters near the shoreline closely match the depths of the abundant evergreen trees, with sprinkles of leafy green hovering over the coastline where the alders bloom abundantly until the sharp edge of the high tide line. Nothing survives the touch of the ocean, unless of course, it’s meant to be there.
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