The Return to the Mountain

My last day in Anchorage was spent wandering the streets.  I had been packed for days and found myself taking more and more walks.  The rain cascaded off the roofs and eves creating tiny rivers in the streets.  The gutters filled with babbling little brooks, floating leaves, and sticks down to the drains and beyond. … Continue reading The Return to the Mountain

The Waiting Place

With the last few weeks going by at a break neck pace.  I unexpectedly found myself finishing my contract early, a whole week early, to my surprise.  What would I do with all that time? My flights were all booked months before, trips all planned a while ago.  I let Sierra know I was done … Continue reading The Waiting Place