4 days in Anchorage
I bet you didn't know I grew up in Anchorage, Alaska. We moved to Anchorage when I was 10 just before I started the sixth grade. My parents were tired of the traffic, the smog, and as they say the rat race of California. My step father had visions of being the next Grizzly Adams. Growing up in Alaska probably was one of the best things for me academically. In the 80's the schools in California were failing as they were under funded and over crowded, but in Alaska it was the exact opposite. Our family thrived in this new place. It is true that Alaska is cold and the winters are long with little very sunlight, but you learn to adapt. Alaska is just incredibly beautiful. I can't say Alaska is home as I have lived longer now away from Alaska. I don't know how to get from point A to point B, but in some ways it still feels like home. My 4 days were spent visiting friends, and I can't begin to describe how wonderful it feels to spend time with friends those you have a common history with; however, my cup is full. It just so happened to be that my trip to Anchorage coincided with the beginning of Fur Rondy. A two week winter celebration of dog races, balls, and various celebrations. Thanks go out to my husband and my mother who held out the fort while I was gone.