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Author: Fred D

  • Open Gates

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    Every individual is a divinely designed, one-of-a-kind creation. We each enjoy living life at a certain, custom designed pace. From methodical, planned-out steps, to spur-of-the-moment, impulsive leaps, each tends to regard the other’s life modus operandi as a bit strange. Either way, it’s the stuff which makes life an exciting adventure to be shared .…

  • Happy Place

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    Each of us has our special ‘Happy Place’ where our soul is most at peace. For some it’s walking along a beach, feeling the warm sand beneath your feet, listening to the surf’s rhythmic beat. For others, it’s being immersed in a city’s bright lights, activities and cacophony of sounds . . . never quiet…

  • Age Delusional Dyslexia

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    Being off the charts ADHD, I’ve often pondered if the AD stands for Age Dyslexia, and the HD for Highly Delusional.  Not sure, but I’ve found that practicing age delusional dyslexia is a definite plus in delaying aging . . . it works like this . . .  I’m not actually 81, I’m 18! That…

  • Masked Messenger

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    “Parting is such sweet sorrow” . . . Juliet’s poignant words to Romeo from the balcony echo mine from the Greatland’s snow-capped cathedrals as we pack-up to board high speed aluminum tubing on Monday, soaring through the skies for the Great Smoky Mountains. Lord willing, however, as Arnold often touted . . .  “I’ll be…

  • Peace on High

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    ‘Invigorating’, below freezing wake-up temps have dramatically increased our wood stove’s log appetite; added windshield ice scraping to the car’s start-up routine; and nixed shorts and T-shirts as hiking attire . . . welcome to the Last Frontier 😊 From my admittedly, rural biased perspective, Anchorage, like all urban areas, is peacefully appealing . .…

  • “Hanging Out’ on High

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    A couple decades ago, during my younger, more foolish days . . . now enjoying my older, still as foolish days😊 . . . I went hang-gliding at Alyeska Ski resort in Girdwood, Alaska . .  a  premier, adrenaline infused experience deserving a repeat performance. Covetously watching hang-gliders soaring among the clouds above Hatcher Pass…

  • Bullwinkle Wins

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    This past month countless nimrods have been roaming the Last Frontier’s vast wilderness stretches searching for trophy antlers to to adorn the wall of their dens and stock their freezers full of Bullwinkle burgers and steaks. ]Moose season ended today. With a feral flair of arrogant defiance, looked who strolled across our front yard today…

  • Life’s Finale Choice

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    In a chillingly pristine, flowing Matanuska River tributary, I watched in wonder today as spawning sockeye salmon displayed both this life’s genesis and finale . . . so like us. Conceived to life in an unfathomable act of co-creation with our Creator, we launched into life’s ocean. In a span of time known only to…

  • Last Frontier Dinner Date

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    Sunday morning we awoke to an invigorating 30 degrees and the mountains coated with a fresh layer of termination dust. By afternoon temps had risen to a balmy 50 degrees and my permanent girlfriend and I headed up the road to Long Rifle. A rustic,  pure Alaskan restaurant, it’s perched on the mountainside overlooking the…

  • Oceanfront Splendor

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    Like oceanfront property? Me too, and Alaska has 33,904 miles of it. Yesterday my son Grant and I were treated to a bird’s eye view of fall’s splendor adorning Turnagain Arm’s shoreline hiking the mountainsides south of Anchorage . . . God’s fingerprints imprinted the vistas we savored together. “He gathers the waters of the…