January: What to do with a new year? Apply to grad school and watch Zags basketball, obviously. Submitted my application to SIT Graduate Institute and cheered on my #1 boys.
February: Back to Southeast Alaska for work and the opportunity to see friends in Sitka.
March: Let’s play JEOPARDY! (That’s my mom.)
April: Made a documentary. Met great people, shared the story of good friends, screened it at a theater with 300 people in attendance. Folks at NW Documentary–you’re beautiful. Oh, you want to see it? Fathoming A Future
May: Met this guy, Dave Matthews, you may have heard of him.
June: A mess of a month, but I had the chance to spend my grandma’s final days with her in Missouri (and learned I look exactly the same as when I was three years old).
July: Quit my job (bye JVC Northwest, it’s been good!). Trekked 93 miles around Mt. Rainier on the Wonderland Trail. Would I do it again? Yeah, I think I would. Didn’t love every moment of it, but damn that cold Rainier beer tasted good at the end. Thanks to Brian and Aunt Christy for the Trail Talk.
August: Road trip! Packed up and left it all (again). Vermont-bound, but not before a stop at the best brewfest ever. Thanks, Bend!
September: Turns out I decided to forfeit my income and work really hard going back to school in Vermont. Honeymoon phase of all new people in a new place. Delicious cheese. And reading assignments.
October: New England autumn proves worthy of its reputation. Cider. More cheese. More reading assignments.
November: Drew some Econ graphs, wrote some papers. Spent time with new friends who somewhat resemble lawn gnomes.
December: Completed my first semester of grad school. Many hours spent attempting to define sustainability. And a little stop by Yale to see a man deserving of the descriptor “inspirational,” Mr. Wendell Berry, of course.
January 2014: The sun has set on a semester of grad school. A jaunt to Barbados awaits . . .
I’ll follow-up a year of crappy blogging with an annual tradition: the list of places I spent the night throughout the year. I may not have Facebook, but why not still offer the highlight reel of my year on the Internet like every other shameless individual? (Please, don’t answer that.) 2012 was the first year since high school that I have not changed residence at some point during the calendar year. The year was primarily spent in the Northwest, but I managed a few strategically-crafted adventures outside the cubicle. Here’s to improvement in 2013!
Well, I’ve had quite a few complaints about the state of my blog. And I, of course, have no excuse except to admit that I simply have not sat down to post in far too long. When it’s sunny outside, my productivity levels regarding anything computer related drop dramatically. So let’s catch up…
Summer 2012 was an absolutely exhausting and awesome run around. For the first time in the last twenty years of my life, autumn arrives without a major transition; I’m not headed back to school, not moving, no end of season work. I’m just continuing where I’m at and, for now, that’s just right. With end-of-summer fatigue, I’m digging into the depths of my bottom drawer and lovingly putting on my fleece pants one grateful leg at a time. But before the rain returns and the monochrom days greet me with each glance out the window, here are a few summer highlights:
At the end of May/beginning of June, I made my return to the great state of Alaska, rendezvousing with Ms. Lisa Colella, JV friend from Juneau and fellow-beerfest extraordinaire. The trip was a nice jaunt around Southeast, starting and ending in Juneau, with a quick trip to Haines for the Great Alaska Craft Beer and Home Brew Festival and revisiting Baranof Island and my friends in Sitka.
A fabulous return visit to Southeast kicked off summer in the most appropriate fashion!
Back in the Northwest and able to spend some time with family and friends, I did what any Northwest native would do at low-tide in the month of July: geoduck hunting.
With low tide on the third of July, geoduck hunting was quickly followed up with patriotic celebrations for the fourth of July at my good friend’s, Ms. Kelly Noland, cabin on the Olympic Peninsula.
July also brought celebrations of the return of Mr. Scott Hippe to the U.S. and of his acceptance to med school with some rather quality GU folks at the Hippe cabin on Lake Cavanaugh. Those pictures are all over Facebook, which, of course, means that I haven’t seen them at all.
And no summer could be complete without a marathon of visitors coming through Portland, beginning with none other than Mr. Lucas Sharma, who, as of the end of August, has entered the novitiate to become a Jesuit priest.
August: On the eve of orientation for 140 new Jesuit Volunteers for work, our busiest time of year, I left work promptly on my birthday, August 2nd, after a month of secret phone calls and texts, to surprise my best friend, Brittany at her family beach house in Cannon Beach, OR to celebrate her engagement!
Mr. Ian Roeber also arrived in Portland to work for JVC Northwest as the recruiter this year and found a happy little home in the basement of my house in Portland for the few weeks he is at our office, not on the road. After engagement celebrations and a full week of camp at JVC Northwest orientation, Ian and I had the brilliant idea of starting a hike in the gorge at 1p.m. on a 95 degree day.
And since hiking the gorge is good, but not quite magical, why not take my comp days for work from our time at orientation and make a quick trip to Grand Teton National Park? I called upon my trusty travel companion, Lisa, and we hopped in the car for a wondrous long weekend in the Tetons.
After wrapping up our final day in Jackson with a trip to Snake River Brewery and attending an Andrew Bird concert that evening, Lisa and I (insanely) hopped in the car at 11p.m. and drove out of Wyoming, through Montana in the middle of the night, took a quick nap in a parking lot in Missoula, and cruised through Idaho and eastern Washington to arrive in Olympia, Washington the next afternoon where we surprised Lucas at his going away party.
Finally, I rolled into September, running on fumes, ready to reclaim my summer finale tradition after a couple missed years: a trip to the Gorge Amphitheater to see Dave Matthews Band over Labor Day weekend.
However, despite having GA tickets for the shows, I only viewed the stage from this distance on Friday night. On Saturday, I had the most epic live music experience of my life, when I made it (not by following all of the rules) to the pit standing area on the floor about seven standing rows from the stage. I could see Dave’s sweat stains. And he played a glorious set with many of my favorites. It was magical (apologies to Patrick Noland for ditching, which I know I will never live down).
So just when I thought summer was really over…
I headed up the familiar route of I-5 to Seattle this past weekend, where I officially wrapped up my summer with a trip to the Mariner’s game. Because what summer could be complete without a trip to the ballpark? Thanks to Mr. Brian Hensley and his very entertaining family for a trip to Safeco Field!
Ok, so that’s why I haven’t been posting on my blog. I was also working 40-hours a week (most weeks) amidst the run around. But bring on the rain and the chai tea and the wool leggings, because I am ready! Thanks to all who contributed to my fabulous (exhausting and awesome–see?) summer and, thanks Meghan for still reading my blog and not unsubscribing!
The Shrine of St. Therese, Auke Bay, AK
Salmon Lake, Tongass National Forest, AK
Samsing Cove, Tongass National Forest, AK
Denali Park, AK
M/V Kennicott, Alaska Marine Highway, Juneau, AK to Bellingham, WA
Camano Island, WA*
The Enchantments, Alpine Lakes Wilderness, WA
Bowling Green, KY
St. Louis, MO
Groton Long Point, CT
25 different places (tied with 2010)
8 different states (Alaska is a big one, ok?)
new states visited: 0
1 country (or does sailing through Canadian waters count?)
Note: This is the most political my blog will ever be.
Sarah hasn’t been in the news as much since other political figures have been gracing the headlines of newspapers and nightly news broadcasts recently. But she certainly hasn’t been forgotten. In fact, just last month, I ran into a man in New London, Connecticut who shared his passion for Sarah on the street corner during a sunny autumn afternoon.
I’m not sure about “Sarah’s World Tour,” but I was able to catch up with Sarah this past summer as she explored some of her home turf around the great state of Alaska, “the Last Frontier.”
If Sarah did go on a world tour, as this man anticipates (he’s even drawn her tour bus on the sign), I suspect she would probably want to represent her deep connection to Denali National Park by taking a bus that drives the park road regularly to Kantishna Roadhouse.
And who knows, she might even consider an alternative form of transportation like she did this summer on the Alaska Railroad!
Sarah hopped off the train at Alaska’s most popular national park–she is quite the environmentalist, ya know!
After her appearance at Denali NP and the surrounding area, she headed to another region of Alaska, Southeast, where she showed support for the troops and embraced the local fishing lifestyle. Stay tuned…
Uploading and organizing my hundreds of photos from vacation is a work in progress, but here is a glimpse, in no particular order, of my recent travels throughout The Last Frontier.
Me petting a kennel racing dog at the Chena Village, Fairbanks, AK.
Mom with Granite, former Iditarod winning dog, Fairbanks, AK.
My parents and I visited the Shrine of St. Therese, Juneau, AK.
The fireweed was blooming in full force everywhere we traveled, Juneau, AK.
We spent a misty afternoon at Mendenhall Glacier, Juneau, AK.
But we were all smiles (and one pair of foggy glasses!) in the rain, Mendenhall Glacier, Juneau, AK.
True to Southeast’s reputation, moisture was evident everywhere, in raindrops and icebergs alike, Mendenhall Lake, Juneau, AK.
We saw ourselves a big ol’ Grizzly Bear munching on berries, Denali National Park, AK.
Along with some caribou grazing along the hillsides, Denali National Park, AK.
I took the opportunity at a rest stop to be a ridiculous tourist, Denali National Park, AK.
Most importantly, we even got to see that BIG mountain on the road to Kantishna! Denali National Park, AK.
I was pretty impressed we had such an incredible morning of clear views, Denali National Park, AK.
Man, that mountain is MAJESTIC, Denali National Park, AK.
In case there was any confusion about seeing the mountain, I got a picture with the sign too, Denali National Park, AK.
We hopped on the Alaska Railroad for a scenic ride from Fairbanks to Denali and Denali to Anchorage, AK.
Byron Glacier in Portage Valley, AK where we spotted several more glaciers.
And we even managed to enjoy a semi-sunny boat ride around Resurrection Bay that bordered Kenai Fjords National Park near Seward, AK.
Well I think that’s a healthy dose of my recent Alaska roamings. There are always more pictures on Flickr that I’m slowly attempting to organize. This coming Wednesday, I’ll hop on the ferry heading south with many memories of this great state.
After living in Alaska for a year (officially on the 7th), I am currently seeing Alaska the way most people do; I am a tourist! And I am loving it.
Today I learned that 500,000 people visit Denali National Park every summer and earlier I read (in some unremembered source) that 900,000 people visit Alaska every summer via cruise ship. You may think those numbers are outrageous, but I dare you to argue after you see Juneau on a sunny (or misty) day when five cruise ships are crammed in the Gastineau Channel. And yes, that is about 200,000 more tourists that visit annually on cruise ships than people who actually reside in the state of Alaska.
My travels have been made possible by my wonderful mother and father who came to visit me in Sitka and have allowed me to join in on the fun during the rest of their state-wide roamings. I won’t bore with too many details (and I don’t have pictures on the computer yet, so bear with me), but I will share some of the highlights.
There have been many “firsts” for me since my parents arrived in Sitka last week. For the first time I . . . 1) walked into the Russian Bishop’s House (though I’ve lived across the street from it all year), 2) walked into St. Michael’s Russian Orthodox Church, 3) visited the Alaska Raptor Center, 4) saw a bear in Sitka! 5) went to the very interesting and informative Sheldon Jackson Museum, and 6) rode the Alaska Marine Highway when I took the “fast ferry” from Sitka to Juneau, a short four hour trip on a sunny day (the first sunny day my parents experienced after a week in Southeast!). We joked all week that it was a good thing they came to visit so I could finally see the sights that Sitka has to offer! Shortly before we departed town, my mom managed to catch a glimpse of Mt. Edgecumbe, which had been hiding behind gray rain clouds all week, allowing her to officially cross off everything on her “to-do in Sitka” list!
My parents and I roamed around in Juneau this past weekend, doing everything on the list except the Mt. Roberts Tramway–again too cloudy–but we had no trouble visiting the JVs, seeing Mendenhall Glacier, driving out to the Shrine, and slurping up some samples at Alaskan Brewery. My dad headed back “down south,” aka: he returned to Seattle, while my mom and I flew to Fairbanks. With only a day in Fairbanks (which happened to be my birthday), we hopped on a very touristy boat ride down the Chena River and got to see Susan Butcher’s (Iditarod winner) dog kennel and demonstration. After a lovely birthday dinner on a porch overlooking the river, the next morning my mom and I hopped on the train chugging down the Alaska Railroad to Denali. We sat upstairs in the train cars with the full ceiling windows for optimal viewing, which kept us fully entertained as we headed south.
We arrived at tourist central, aka: Denali Station, where we were met by our rather subtle resort bus and driver to take us to Denali River Cabins. I only emphasis our humble bus and driver because we were not following a herd of hundreds in matching jackets to get on a massive coach bus painted with Princess, Holland-America, or Celebrity Cruise logos. And we most certainly were not staying at the “Princess Monstrosity Deluxe,” as my mom lovingly referred to the Princess Wilderness Lodge, wedged in between all the other resorts along “the Strip” or “Glitter Gulch,” as locals and guidebooks refer to the tourist trap highway running through the “town” of Denali outside the park entrance. A few more miles down the road from the park entrance and these luxury resorts, lies Denali River Cabins, a Native-owned and operated resort, where we are staying in a cute, stand-alone cabin along the river.
Staying just outside of a national park as a tourist gives me flashbacks to working in Grand Teton National Park at Jackson Lake Lodge, the largest resort found in Grand Teton. I feel somewhat strange as a tourist, rather than being on the working side of the travel industry, and as I walk around and see the seasonal employees that are my age and have the jobs I had at JLL, I feel like I should know them, their hang-outs, and the daily routine of work here. When I mentioned this to Braden the night we arrived here, he said, “Oh, so you’re around your people.” I let him know that I wasn’t sure they were my people, but I certainly felt like I must know some of them. Last night, my mom and I wandered into The Chubby Salmon for dinner where we were served by the bartender who, once again, looked like he must have been a co-worker from years past in Grand Teton. Casually chatting as he served us our dinner, we stumbled upon the discovery that he did, in fact, work at the exact same lodge as me, just four years before me. I have somehow found myself forever in the network of seasonal workers!
Besides flashbacks to summer jobs, I have had the chance to explore the BEAUTIFUL land of Denali National Park. Granted, I didn’t put on my backpack and travel on foot, but with my mom, I was able to take the 14-hour, 85-mile bus ride all the way to the end of the park road at the old mining town of Kantishna. We had an excellent bus driver/tour guide and within the first three minutes we had spotted a moose and ten minutes later we spotted a wolf. My first wild wolf sighting! The weather looked semi-hopeful as we turned the bends toward Denali and sure enough, the 20,320 foot peak began to loom bright white above the green brown hillsides along the road. Denali, aka: Mt. McKinley, is said to be visible only 15% of the time from the park road and when we reached Eielson Visitor Center, Denali dominated the landscape, but park rangers said it was the first time in three weeks the mountain had been completely visible. INCREDIBLE. We had a half-day of mountain views in the morning before the clouds covered the dramatic landscape. But the wildlife sightings continued all day with a total of three wolves spotted–one of which was chowing down on a dead caribou in the river, seven bears spotted–including a momma with two second-year cubs and another who had finished the wolf’s feast of the dead caribou in the river and was comfortably curled up asleep next to the remaining head and antlers. We also spotted live caribou, Dall sheep, ptarmigan, and, of course, we can’t forget the arctic ground squirrel! It was honestly an AWEsome day with so many unpredictable elements coming together to give us quite the show. Pictures to follow in a few days.
After strolling the visitor center and National Park campus buildings today, we are headed on the train to Anchorage tomorrow. There is still more exploration to be had in South Central (not to be confused with Southeast or the Interior where we have already been).
As my vacation would suggest, my year-long commitment with Jesuit Volunteer Corps: Northwest has concluded as of July 31. A few of my housemates have departed from Sitka and a few remain to enjoy the long summer days Alaska still has to offer for a few more weeks (as I sit at 63 degrees latitude, though cloudy, the trees are still outlined by light at 11:15p.m. even six weeks after the solstice). I will be soaking up what’s left of summer as I finish my vacation, return to work for a couple of weeks, welcome the new JVs/train the JV taking my place, and then I will hop on the Alaska Marine Highway once again for a somewhat longer journey south!