A meet and greet...
Hello, my friend! I hope that you are having a wonderful day. With this being the first post, I thought it might be good to tell you a little more about myself. I've always loved writing, jotting stories and poems in notebooks since I first learned to write (wonder if my mom still has any of those gems hidden in the cedar chest?) After spending 6 years in college figuring out what fit me, I realized most of my classes consisted of English studies, so I figured a degree in that inevitable. Since I loved writing, I decided a creative writing degree appropriate, though not the most useful.
My brain never got the memo about the useless part though. Characters and stories seem to enjoy taking residence in my mind. I'd record their stories as they revealed them, only to abandon them to the depths of my imagination, the poor lost souls. However, with my husband and children a constant catalyst to my growth, a challenge to my kids about the expanse of their future became a challenge to myself. Now my dream of writing walks along the road to reality, with me watching in amazement.
Now that you're all caught up on my past, on to the Alaskan shenanigans. This fall the crazy Blackard Horde invaded the road to McCarthy with a camping trip. After a very long drive, which honestly any drive in Alaska ends up being, we camped along Liberty Creek in our very fancy (not really) enclosed trailer. The spot came complete with a cascading waterfall that babbled us to sleep each night.
The second day of our trip we ventured to the end of the road where McCarthy and Kennicott reside. We were fortunate that we visited when we did, considering we went on the last day of the season. The Kennecott Mill Town proved well worth the long trip. The ingenuity and hardiness of the people that lived there had all of us running from building to building in awe. It is a trip we will make again when we can get in on the guided tour and spend some more time in McCarthy, where most businesses and the museum had already closed for the winter. It's a trip I'd recommend to anyone adventurous enough to travel the long, rough road to get there.
The buildings and stories that lingered in the floorboards and along the walls got my writer's mind racing. Some very interesting characters whisper their adventures in my ear. They're intriguing, ones I don't wish relegated to the depths of uncreatedness. Hopefully, you'll get to meet them someday as well.
Did you go on any grand adventures lately? I'd love to hear about them.
Until next time, God Bless!