Alaska

In April 1992 a young man named Christopher Johnson McCandless decided to invent a new life for himself. McCandless gave his life saving of 25,000 dollars to charity abandoned his car and walked alone into the Alaskan Wilderness. Four months latter his decomposed body was found by a moose hunter.

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Looking across the pond towards my best childhood memories.

My moms new home. A yurt combinded with a walltent on a frame built of 2x4s.

My parents met out in in a small town in north eastern Alaska. They met in Ambler and made a humble couple. My mothers wedding dress was an esquimo calico, my father wore black jeans and a maroon dress shit.

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My parents met out in in a small town in north eastern Alaska. They met in Ambler and made a humble couple. My mothers wedding dress was an esquimo calico, my father wore black jeans and a maroon dress shit.

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Often on long dark winter evenings my dad would read to us. I think my favorite book was Heidi. As he read to us about Heidi and the Alms Uncle eating goat cheese and bread, we would pretend to be characters from the book. We really had goat cheese made from the milk from the goats we had on the farm. My dad would take the cheese and toast it in the fire in the barrel stove. Our cabin was heated by this stove, and it often served as an oven as well. I can remember my dad baking us birthday cakes in a Dutch oven on top of the barrel stove. It was tricky baking, but well worth it.

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I wanted to write a little more about being raised in Alaska:

As I wrote in my previous "Alaska" blog entries, My family (Mom, Dad, Sister and I) moved up in the spring of 1976. That summer we lived in a tent. I don't remember it being too difficult, but then I was 3 yrs old when we began this adventure.

Since it stays light most of the day and night during the months of May, June and July, getting to bed early wasn't too heavily enforced.

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Recently, I caught a showing of the Werner Herzog documentary "Grizzly Man" and, though my subject line might seem a tad harsh, it kind of was the feeling with which I was left

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We arrived at our new "home" in the spring of May 1976. The area was a small community that fluctuated between 100 to 200 people. These people are great...helping each other build their cabins, plant their gardens and the other things that need to be done in the short summer period we have up North.

When my family arrived, we of course needed to build a cabin, so in the meantime, we pitched a tent and that was home. I am sooooo thankful I was young and really don't recall how miserable it was or could have been. It was an adventure to my sister and me. We made new friends with the surrounding neighbors and were able to figure out how to do all the daily chores without running water or electricity. (Yeah, kind of sounds like how Bode Miller was raised!)

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I am very new at blogging, but since my blog is entitled "Girl Raised in Alaska", I figured I'd write some of my Alaskan adventures.

My family,which includes my mom, dad, and sister all moved to Alaska in the year 1976. I was 3 years old and my sister 5 yrs old.

We are Christians and my parents had spent 2 years prior to our move in South America, where I was born. They are missionaries, and I guess "once a missionary always a missionary".

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