Hit the Road
Tell someone you are going to Alaska and they assume you mean via a cruise.
We are high over the Knik Glacier north of Anchorage, trying to take in the vastness and splendor that is Alaska. As far as our bird’s eye view takes us, there are rugged snow-covered peaks, braided rivers and giant sheets of moving ice that have created the valley where Alaska’s largest city sits.
It’s late May, four in the afternoon and 100 degrees, but I’m cool.
We are in one of Healdsburg’s several antique stores, combing through a pile of old LIFE magazines, looking for one published the week of my birth. (Let’s just say it was sometime during the last millennium.)