Goodby to my home Alaska
….This posting is made exactly 6 days before I leave Alaska. I posted it today because I must take down the antenna and pack the radio gear used for my Winlink email. I will not be able to access my Winlink email from today until I am set up in Texas around May 20th. I may have access to my yahoo account before then so if you needed to reach out to me I would try at: email@example.com
It is as if Alaska knew I would be leaving this morning because for some reason here at my cabin there was still, in many places, snow covering the ground. It was a kind of last look at a country that I will no doubt never see again.
There was of course that last walk around through a home I had lived in for fourteen years. Pausing here and there when some memory rose to the surface, this was one of the last hard steps I have to take before heading South.
Thousands of memories were born here, from moose walking down my drive to greet me as I walked outside to my first radio contact as an amateur radio operator. The years of friendship with Rose the woman who owns the homestead and her daughter Kara sitting in the mornings talking over coffee. Or the years of watching Kara’s children, Paul and Sam grow to adulthood and for one even a marriage in the home we built for Kara.
Then there are my neighbors who filled hundreds of hours with their un-judging friendship. From Chet my closest neighbor who took the time to spend endless nights sitting and discussing everything from politics to religion, to Joe and his wife Nancy who operate the Arctic circle trading post a couple miles down the hill. During the summer when the store was open I would be there many mornings for coffee and conversation and at the same time observing the many tourists that ventured this far North.
…or the Bushwacker’s, Vicky and Jean who have lived in this area for quite a long time before I showed up who built their home from the ground up like we did with only a little outside help. Lastly their is Richard, a Vietnam veteran, who shuns civilization but if you are fortunate enough to become his friend will display his warmth and comradeship that exists beneath a war troubled surface.
As I close my door for the last time I am quite apprehensive that I will never be a part of a group of people like this who have chosen to live a hard but rewarding life in America’s Last frontier.
With sadness and a touch of fear
I close the door on this chapter of my life,
because I can but wonder
what I will encounter
down this new road of my life
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the ham radio emergency email system.