Snowballs in the Spring - My Extra Long, Never Dark Weekend in Alaska

As the cold rain pours in San Francisco and my tan fades away, Alaska’s eternal spring sun warms my spirit and beckons me to come back.

For two years, I’ve been wishing Jenna would take me home with her to Anchorage. Finally, five months ago, hours after she mentioned being homesick, I convinced her (and D) to book tickets home for the first long weekend out of winter.

Be still my heart, the weekend was everything I could have hoped for: glaciers, icebergs, mountains, wildlife, the vast expanse of land and sea, home-cooked fish and family. We read and read and read, took photos, drank beer, took deep breaths of mountain air, and relaxed.

Infinite thanks, J, V & T, for inviting us into a local’s version and a perfect 4 days.


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