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Tag: Wilderness

  • Last Frontier Farewell

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    “Parting is such sweet sorrow” Juliet’s lament bidding Romeo good night whispered quietly over the mountains as this ole Romeo turned the key locking our Last Frontier cabin’s door. Were it not for missing my lifetime soulmate waiting for me back in the Lower 48, I would have unpacked, turned the water back on, and…

  • ‘Looney’ Tunes

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    Canoeing in a light drizzle across the lake yesterday, a pair of Gavia immer serenaded me. The melancholic warbling call of the common loon is the call of the wilderness.   . . . a tranquil respite that was mine to embrace in troubled world.  I M Blessed . . . May U B 2 “Peace…

  • Mind-Boggling Travel

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    Last week, some 5,000 miles north-by-northwest, found me gliding through freshly fallen snow. Shortly thereafter, some 35,000 ft. above terra-firma, found me zooming through the skies at 600 mph in high-speed-aluminum tubing. This afternoon, some 2,000 ft. up in the Great Smoky Mountains, found me shuffling through fall’s fallen leaves . . .  fictional Star…

  • “The Manuscripts of God”

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    Fred D
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    A ½” of virgin, unmarked snow . . . a cool, gentle breeze . . . a pinking hour sunset brushed across distant snowcaps  – the wilderness wonder postcard God created for me to glide through before hanging up my skis and heading off to rejoin my life partner in the Great Smoky Mountains tomorrow.…

  • Frigid Fun

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    Fred D
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    The thermometer registered an ‘invigorating’ minus 15 when sun peeked above the horizon at 9:30 AM today, but by 11 AM has risen to a ‘balmy’ minus 5 😊 Noting the impending heat wave, Grant and I layered-up headed out to romp through the wilderness around Girdwood, AK, where lotsa’ white stuff has fallen. We…

  • Aurora Photo-opt

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    Fred D
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    We’ve been locked in an Arctic Deep-Freeze here for the past several days . . . single digits below zero at night, rising above zero by day. This ‘refreshing’ spell is projected to continue until the weekend. Last night I arose to throw another log on the fire and noticed a faint Aurora glow over…

  • Sub-zero Wonder

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    Fred D
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    I attended church twice today. Following this morning’s indoor service, I attended an outdoor service alone, embraced by Nature’s unspeakable, pristine, sub-zero splendor . . . sensing my infinitesimal smallness   . . . silently worshiping my omnipotent Creator and keeper of my soul. “How great Thou art!” “I would like to have seen the whole…

  • Antique Snowplow

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    Fred D
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    The thermometer registered – 4 this morning, assuring my PTSD day (Plow The Snow Dude) would be a ‘refreshing’ task. Suiting up in thermal-ware, my snowplow greeted the frigid winter wonderland. Fortunately, this antique 1942 model, self-propelled snowplow, outfitted with a snow-scoop attachment still functioned to successfully remove nearly a foot of frozen fluff from…

  • Last Frontier Fashion

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    With temps in the teens headed for single digits tonight and sub-zero later this week, it was time for an Alaskan wardrobe change. Unable to find my wet-suit, I decided to forgo testing the lake’s ice thickness 😊 Stay warm and remember . . . there’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothes.

  • Peace . . . Hope . . . Joy . . . Love

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    Fred D
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    Clouds abated today and sunshine peeked through, a welcome respite from a lengthy stretch of stormy weather . . . and I heard the mountains calling. John Muir once said, “You are not in the mountains. The mountains are in you” . . . and today they moved in. High among mountain cathedrals’ majesty, blanketed…