After spending 2 years living on the rugged coast of Northeastern Scotland, a job now takes us to Fairbanks Alaska. Originally from Oregon, I am a writer, a mother, an aspiring frontier woman, a nostalgia junkie, and a book addict. I call myself a trailer wife, which refers to the state of a person (most often a woman) who is caught up in the professional trajectory of their spouse. This blog will chronicle my journey between two places I never, ever, imagined I'd call home.
And the winner is.... "Frozen Mice."
Thanks to Amanda for the grim yet tantalizing inspiration. Right up my alley. But I'm keeping all of the suggestions in my sacred moleskin for future use.
And the first paragraph is...
What I remember of Saddle Lake is this: a complicated network of gravel lanes leading to eight dumpy campsites; spider-infested picnic tables; the brown hut outhouse patrolled by bees; a boathouse on a shifting dock, providing a supply of Wonderbread, Dinty Moore beef stew, and florescent, stinking bait; a rocky shore and swimming area roped off by algae-slick floating markers; the murky bottom that squished menacingly between my toes. It was a skimpy body of water in country choked with mountain lakes and streams filled with snowmelt and steelhead. It was the bastard offspring of better lakes, lying low in a depression more akin to a bog than the glacier-hewn depth of its neighbors. And for seven months of the year I turned sixteen, the year my father wouldn't listen, the year of the 40 day heat wave, it was home.
1 comments:
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! I won : ) Thank you, I thought it was a Christie title, not an Amanda one. LOVE the intro. Let us see all of it when you have done it. Maybe I will write one called 'Underground Mice' A x
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