44 Years in Alaska
Friday July 31st, was the 44th Anniversary of the day that Mom and I arrived in Alaska. We drove - well, actually Mom drove Henry I, I was only 6 at the time - into Anchorage at about 3:00 PM in the afternoon completing the ten day migration from Denver to Anchorage.
Mom and I always try to do something special to celebrate. Usually we got out to dinner and Mom brings her little shoebox of treasures; pictures, calendars, etc. dating from 1965-1967. It is so much fun to revel in the past - and especially the mid 60’s in Anchorage - a very different place. Very frontieresque - but with a vibrant arts and social scene.
This year Mom, Peter, and I celebrated by driving down to Girdwood and doing dinner at Sakura, the simply superb Teppanyaki bar at the Alyeska Prince Hotel. Girdwood is its own place - home to Alyeska, a world class ski resort, and a phenomenal northern rain forest micro climate. Intensely green and fecund with giant Sitka spruce, ferns, berry bushes, moss - even the Devil’s Club is striking.
We even brought the poochies - Echo’s first long road trip - well, at an hour it’s wasn’t that long, but for Echo it was really eye opening. She was mesmerized by Turnagain Arm and all that water - until she finally flopped down to snooze, she was glued to the window watching the water and the coastline.
Below are several pictures from our little outing. After those, are a few of my favorite pics from the mid 60’s.
On the bench with Peter and the Poochinis. The forest behind us is just stunning.
Looking very tomboy-cowboyesque standing beside Henry I.
Mom and me next to a friend’s plane.
Fur Rondy races. Maybe 1966 or ‘67.
I’m in the ahkio (the sled) being towed by the snowmachine. This was taken in front of our little ranch duplex - lots of kids in the area lived on homesteads and had snowmachines. They would give me rides to school on their snowmachines. Those were the days.




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Wow. What a way to grow up. I’m a little jealous.