I got to Alaska on Christmas Eve 2003 driving an old, rear wheel drive car with my then 2 year old and 5 year old. I am thankful I finally found the home I had been searching for. Although I had separated from my husband to move up here, he later came as well. September 12, 2011 he died from cancer.
I started this blog shortly before moving my family into a small, dry cabin north of Fairbanks. “Dry” means waterless. We haul our water and have an outhouse. So in order to document my path of becoming who I want to be, I write. As a widowed mom of two growing kids, the gauntlet is thrown down and so we begin.
Some of my favorite pictures of my time here.
Handling for Eric Rogers, Yukon Quest, 2008.
Teaching Jordan to double sled.
Olivia the goldpanner.