Home again, home again, jiggidy jig
I returned from my six week stay in Alaska this past Saturday and I'm not sure how I feel. It was so amazing up there and Seattle just seems a little too crowded, dirty, and superficial. To go from isolated wilderness to polluted wannabe metropolis is a bit overwhelming. I miss the tricky foxes that stole shoes and sweaters, and pooped all over our camp. I miss seeing every star in the sky(when it got dark) and tripping over hummocks and random sticks. I miss entertaining myself by sitting on the beach and seeing if I can hit a clam shell 10 feet away with a rock. I miss eating the same ingredients every night, but calling it something different. Who knew that kidney beans, rice, egg noodles, canned tomatoes, and cheese could make so many different dishes? But most of all I miss the comraderie and love that everybody shared...even those that hated each other. We worked, played, and slept(the nonn-sexual variety) with each other for 6 amazing weeks. Sure most days bled into the next, but you could honestly say that boredom was not a common occurance. If things got to stale we'd organize a skinny dipping excavation to the nearest river and scream our heads off when the cold water hit our skin and midges attacked what stuck out of the water. How many people can honestly say they swam naked in Alaska on an uninhabited Island!? How many can say they let a bunch of crazy women and a Finnish man with a dull knife cut their hair into a mullet? I know I can and it saddens me to know that these experiences are once in a lifetime.