Earlier today I was on my way home, driving the all-to-familiar stretch of road, when something unusual flew out across the road.
While birds and flying things aren’t unusual -this object had a big, round head -and it didn’t look like an eagle. I quickly whipped to the side of the road and stared.
“Is that an owl?” I asked to no one in particular.
This last week has seen me traveling 20 miles (one way) each day. Our road is 30 miles long -which pretty much means I have been traveling from one end of the island to the other, at least twice a day. Between working on one side of the island and living on the other -plus various house/dog sitting jobs everywhere in between -I have been putting in a lot of miles.
“RUN! HIDE! GO GO GO!!!!” Yelled another.
I ran about flapping my arms and yelling nonsense in the most helpful manner, when someone opened the door and a silence fell over us all.
……what would he do? Was he going to throw us all to the curb? Would he fine us? Make us buy two rooms?
This Alaska place.
I have had a real strong love/hate relationship with it the past year or so. I love Alaska. I love Ketchikan. I love the rain and the beautiful sunny days and the busy summers and quiet winters. I do. But standing by as friends come and go never gets easy. Being stuck on an Island, a million and one miles away from the people you want to hang out with is a challenge in and of itself. You may only be a few thousand miles away -but it doesn’t matter. You are separated by oceans and lands and miles.
Tangled Thoughts 