I HAVE BEEN perched in Anchorage, Alaska for the past month. I was born and raised here, which
in the 60s and 70s had a Sears-Roebuck-hippie-chic vibe. And, it still
does. Just sub-in Nordstrom and Xtratuf boots. Anchorage
itself is a hodge-podge town where dramatic natural beauty collides with a
homely, asphalt sprawl. Somehow this all gels into an appealing landscape with spirit.
Despite the 60 degree “summer weather,” I have very much enjoyed tromping around in my boots and braids, fishing, flying, hiking, and wildlife-spotting. I actually started shaking in those boots when I saw this can't-you-see-how-huge-it-is black bear look at me from across the river which, btw was very, very narrow. Really.
At the other end of the natural + wacky spectrum, I discovered Alaskans have a fondness for micro brews. So, what’s a girl to do? My favorites: Alaskan White Ale, Hell or High Watermelon, and Trashy & Classy, a blend of Pabst Blue Ribbon and Lindemans Framboise beers. I kid you not.
There is a quirky weirdness to it all and it was good to be home.