I had received a message in the middle of the night, I was needed up in Alaska. A job offer that had turned me down in October had come back and needed me; that was unheard of. I did my best to stifle my thoughts and emotions, still falling into a whirlwind with them. My thought swirled about, could I afford to go, should I go, many other followed suit. I ran down the hall to Heidi and sought her thoughts.
It was the middle of the night and as she read over my messages she said I had to go. I had to go, but how, she offered to pay for my flight, I refused. We spent the better part of the night and early morning hours looking at flights and researching what I’d be doing. I kept coming back with the same question, what do I tell everyone?
Then it happened I was told my flight was paid for, I had to go. All my oppositions were being taken care of. I made the decision then, I was going to Alaska. I had one week to settle everything at the ranch. Each day was filled with packing prepping and telling my friends I would be leaving. Many were sad and others were in disbelief that I was leaving so sudden. I had to find some way to tell Steve Peterson though. Finding my best opportunity he said the same thing, I had to go. If I didn’t he would go in my stead. It was settled, I had everything set I was leaving for the great north in a few days.
I said my last goodbyes the night before as Heidi and I headed to Denver for the airport. Spending the afternoon together we laughed talked and took photos on our way to the airport. Just a quick hug and I she was back in her trusted car and disappearing into the night. I spent the next 7 hours waiting for the Airline to open and the next 24 flying across the country. When I finally touched down in Fairbanks I was greeted with some trail magic and not my employer.
A wonderful local woman had given me 30 dollars and a ride to the hostel where I was staying at for the night. Little did I know I would be living at the hostel with no water and kitchen. But that is a story for another time. Waking the next morning I was greeted by Hans in his ripped up down jacket, spewing feathers like a plucked turkey.