Me and The Last Frontier


This will be me!


This Tropical Gal is going to Alaska!

Ever since I was a child, I’ve been fascinated with all things Alaska. The snow. The danger, the struggle, the extremes. The Russians, the Eskimos, the gold rush, the salmon. The size, the wilderness, the waters, the mountains. The rugged, challenging lifestyle and the people who are drawn to it. It’s all about big, and difficult and “impossible beauty.” There’s a reason why it’s called “the last frontier.”

I’ve been home since January.  I had surgery followed by months of recovery.  During my housebound days, weeks, months, I read and heard about everyone’s trips and vacations. I had lots of time for day dreaming. And I dreamed of Alaska.

On the love seat in my bedroom I’m analyzing the contents of my rolling duffle bag. Alas, I can’t travel with a carry on because winter clothes is bulky. A trip like this takes serious planning; can’t run out on the tundra to buy socks. Rain jacket, rain pants, boots, thermal underwear, smart wool everything: socks, sweaters, hat and gloves. A fleece pullover, fleece pants, a down jacket. Special quick dry pants. I bought major binoculars and spent the summer practicing with them on the wildlife in my backyard. I also acquired a serious little camera since I don’t fancy holding up my cell phone in the face of a glacier.

And I have promised myself, when faced with exquisite nature, not to whip out my camera immediately and snap furiously. I want to really see and experience the moment. I want to watch a whale swim, flip and dive, not miss it whilst I’m groaning that my battery died.  If I want a picture of a whale, I’ll look at National Geographic.

I don’t like the expression “bucket list” trip, though this would qualify. I prefer to see this as my version of an aboriginal “walkabout.”  Or, a vision quest for the next 20 years of my life. A trip to feel my place in truly wild nature.

I’ll be off from Camp Liza for a few weeks as I take this nibble of Alaska. Usually, tourists leave Alaska at the end of August, so I’m cutting it close with Alaska’s early onset of cold and snow. But off I go on my magical mystery tour.

This Tropical Gal is going to Alaska!

xo Liza

P.S.  I’ll be posting pictures on Instagram. So click on the Instagram link on the bottom right of the page if you want to see what I’m up to. Not a lot of internet on the permafrost…so there may be some breaks in the action. I’ll write when I get back.

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3 thoughts on “Me and The Last Frontier

  1. You are doing what I did on my first trip up there. I packed like crazy. It was a little embarrassing to get to Anchorage feeling like Nanuk of the North and see the shopping that was available. OOPSIE!
    Anyway long story short, I loved it so much up there, I stayed for 12 years. Loved every moment of it, including the winters.
    I think you are going at a great time of year. Most of the tourists are gone and although there will be snow in the higher elevations, you can still get around well.

    Have fun and stay warm.

  2. Wow! Quite the contrast from your usual abode!
    A friend of mine turns 60 in a couple of years and she wants to do the Alaska cruise out of Vancouver – and she would like as many of her girlfriends to go with her as possible – so – I have started saving now! Can’t wait to hear all about your adventures. Have fun.

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