What was living in Glacier Bay National Park and Preserve in the dead of winter like? In a word, ineffable.
The past few months of living in Glacier Bay, I’ve taken any opportunity I can to see more of the park. In true Gustavus fashion, the more my roommate Addy and I explored, the more people reached out to offer us gear to borrow and chances to do something new. We’ve been ice skating on a pond near the post office where the town gathers to play hockey on frigid days. We’ve… Read More
Pulling together my thoughts from a tumultuous and challenging year, I had to face it: This was my least traveled year yet. But it was also one of my best. While my parents made their way across the African continent by boat, plane, safari jeep, and camel, my geographic range rarely strayed from Alaska. But what a state to call home. I was warned early on about the ways the Land of… Read More
It took three highway-side moose encounters, but I now play it moderately cool when I spot those antlers lumbering down the shoulder of the road ahead. Or at least I don’t scream as loudly anymore, anyways.
If any of you out there believe in cosmic irony, this one should give you a chuckle. After a record-, roof-, and spirit-breaking winter in Boston, escaping to sunny Colorado was my lifeline. I stared at my calendar for weeks, thinking about sweaty hikes in the mountains and wearing shorts. And just when Boston remembered what spring was, I boarded a plane for my summer oasis. And it was- for about 24… Read More
Six feet of snow. Five “don’t even try to get to the office” snow days. Four hopeless subway lines. And a bunch of pissed of New Englanders. I kid, but things have been a real mess since the snow started pilling up in Storm Juno… and never really stopped. Luckily, in between going stir crazy in my apartment and hallucinating beaches on my commute through the arctic tundra of Boston, I’ve managed… Read More
Well, it turns out that no amount of stubborn denial and refusal to pack can actually stop a great vacation from coming to an end. The day to go back to real life arrived without my consent, and here I am back in Boston. I did miss the city, and am so excited for all the things to come- but it’s never easy leaving my mountain home. There’s something that happens when… Read More