North to Alaska

Traveling to Alaska for my annual jaunt to the far north, I'm struck, as always, of the sheer beauty. I totally understand why people want to live here. There's a sense of awe mixed with a desire to test one's mettle against (or with?) the elements. Mother Nature is profoundly present here. 

The snow is just starting, I'm weaving baskets (and trying out some new materials and techniques) by the warm fire, soup is simmering on the stove, and my friend of 20 years and I are quietly chatting, laughing, and reminiscing. Lovely.