I love snow.
From the 4th grade until I graduated from college, I lived in Kansas and Iowa. There was plenty of snow. So much so that it lost some of its mystique.
I love snow.
From the 4th grade until I graduated from college, I lived in Kansas and Iowa. There was plenty of snow. So much so that it lost some of its mystique.
A raven of steel and nails squawks at us outside the Morris Thompson Cultural and Visitors Center. The art on the grounds and the woodsy architecture of the building excited us as we walked to the entrance. Once in, we were surprised to see what looked like the inside of an airport. We saw a tourist shop to our left, and a large room filled with shelves of pamphlets — you know the kind you see off to the side of any motel where you learn about the sights and events in the area.
Between shuttles, taxis, and planes – we were pleased to rent a car of our own. Once behind the wheel, we sighed in relief. We had a mission the first day or two and wanted to find all of Robert’s historical spots, which we did. I shared that journey in “Part 1 Exploring His Roots.”
After that, we could be tourists and just enjoy some of the spots in and around Fairbanks. North east of town was a little place called Fox, Alaska. My husband’s last name is Fox, so of course we had to go. Fox is comprised of two bars across from each other and one small building.
Flying is both magical and exhausting. To get up at 4:00 a.m, drive an hour plus to the airport an hour plus early just so a stranger can send you through a cattle call of pat-downs and orders takes so much away from the elegance of flight.
I’ve always been fascinated by the Northern Lights (aurora borealis). Years ago a job took me to Anchorage for a long weekend. While it was a wonderful trip, there were no northern lights to be seen. I was hoping this visit would be different.
Armed with family stories, a photo of him outside a tent in Alaska (yes, a TENT) and a birth certificate, my husband had always wanted to return to the place of his birth (no matter that he left decades ago when he was five) and “walk the land.”
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