Ahhh, so I've been meaning to write. I've been in Alaska for a week and a half now, Homer for a week. The past week has been partially busy with getting settled in, partially with working day to day on the farm I'm WWOOFing on, partially with spending the evenings cuddled up in my seeping bag in my cabin, reading, and drinking tea.
So I arrived to Fairbanks a few days before I needed to be in Homer, with hopes of catching a glimpse of the northern lights. My friend from high school is spending his first year in Alaska right now, working as a research assistant at UAF so I had a few days with a great classic-Alaskan dry cabin to stay at in Fairbanks. Unfortunately for aurora viewing purposes, snow started the day I arrived in Fairbanks, and barely let up until the day I left. But that was okay with me, the snow really transformed Fairbanks and the surrounding areas into a much more beautiful place than I remember from summer days spent there.
Allen and I made the 12-hour trek from Fairbanks to Homer in two days: this part of the trip I was very excited about, as we drove past my beloved Denali, and I got to visit my old boss and catch up, and we stopped in one of my favorite towns in Alaska, Talkeetna for lunch. I'm slightly obsessed with the cornish pasties served at the famous Talkeetna Roadhouse, so Allen and I stuffed ourselves with those, coffee, and handfuls of homemade cookies. Up until this point, Denali the Giant had been shrouded in clouds, but as we finished our lunch and walked down to the Susitna river for a view, she came out in all her glory.
If you haven't heard me brag about Denali (Mt. McKinley), how its the coolest mountain in the world, and how much I LOVE this mass of granite, I'll just let you know: Denali is the biggest mountain in the world. The highest mountain in North America at 20,320 ft, it's elevation doesn't compare with other tall mountains (Everest, etc), but it has the highest vertical rise of all mountains in the world. It's base begins at about 2,000 ft, giving Denali a vertical rise of over 18,000 ft, compared with Everest's 12,000. Ok- enough preaching- DENALI IS BIG. It takes over the sky as you drive point to point on the Parks Highway, when it is visible at all. Such a huge mass of mountain creates its own weather systems, and the mountain is often shrouded in clouds. Less than 50% of visitors to Denali National Park even get to see the mountain. Anyway. The view from the Susitna that day was as clear as I've seen it. And although the southern view of the mountain isn't my favorite, I was so so happy to be standing on the banks of this ever-freezing river, admiring the mountain that I love.
After a weird night in Anchorage, Allen and I picked up another WWOOFer and drove the rest of the way to Homer. More snowy mountains and beautiful winter-wonderland views made up the rest of the drive. Upon arriving, I was very happy to see the house I'll be wwoofing at. A sunny house with south-facing windows, it sits atop a ridge and offers views of the mountains and glaciers across Kachemak bay. Homer sits right on the bay, the halibut fishing capital of the world, and huge volcanoes (11,000+ ft) loom to the west, with the mountains and glaciers of Kachemak Bay State Park across the bay to the east. I'm staying in a small cabin out front that used to be a pottery studio, and I'm quite cozy there. Town is 15 minutes away, and offers all the usual comforts and amenities (something I'm not used to having so close while in Alaska!) as well as access to the bays and awesome views across the water.
Allen and I went to meet up with his friend Jackson, who is also WWOOFing, outside of Homer. He works on an Alpaca ranch, and we got to meet llamas, alpacas, yaks, goats, horses, etc. Denali the Yak thinks he's a dog, and kissed my face unexpectedly. Picchu the dog is awesome, and many goats nibbled at my jacket. We went hunting with Jackson and his girlfriend for rabbits (I didn't participate, just went along for the snowy hike). Unfortunately for them, they didn't get any... but I wasn't too disappointed.
Since then, Allen has returned to Fairbanks, and normal life around the house/farm has begun. The woman I'm WWOOFing for is great, her kids are wonderful and entertaining, and the work is good. It's been busy, and physically challenging, but nothing I can't handle. It's good to be back on my feet from day-to-day. Right now we're working on clearing out all of the dead summer crops from the high tunnel, the structure they grow within. We also pulled hundreds of carrots out of the ground, and I processed them for storage: cutting the tops off, scrubbing the dirt off, and burying layer after layer of carrots in sand.
I can't believe I'm already to the point of having only three more weeks here. I've gotten very accustomed and attached to Homer and life here. I'd LOVE to stay longer, but I am a maid of honor in December, and duty calls. Hopefully the next three weeks won't absolutely fly by as this one has, but we'll see.
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