Trailer Wife

And by that, I mean the act of fleeing. Geese are cluttering the Fairbanks skies these days, meandering in messy south-bound order. Being such a newbie northerner, it's hard not to feel a little foolish and abandoned. As if these honking masses are calling me to my senses. But on days like today, winter seems very far off. It's been approaching 70 all week, with glazed-pottery-blue skies and the overwhelming scent of cut grass (mowed for the last time?). And while it is extremely pleasant, the anticipation of winter, filled with both curiosity and dread, looms large.

I've been reading a few Alaskan blogs lately, gleaning both local wisdom and blogging techniques. Scribbit (www.scribbit.blogspot.com) is a good example of the kind of successful blog I'd like to eventually grow into. If you're interested in blogging, Alaska, or the practice of barefoot running, go take a look!