K is for Kennicott/McCarthy: A to Z Blogging Challenge

It's April and you know what that means: The AtoZ Blogging Challenge! For those who haven't played along before, the AtoZ Blogging Challenge asks bloggers to post every day during April (excepting Sundays), which works out to 26 days, one for each letter of the alphabet. In my opinion, it's the most fun if you choose a theme.

My theme this year is Places in my Heart, all about the places I've been and loved and that have mattered to me in a lasting sense.

For my regular readers, you'll see more than the usual once-a-week posts from me this month. I'm having a great time writing them, so I hope you enjoy reading them, too.

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K is for Kennicott/McCarthy

Kennicott (or Kennecott) /McCarthy is a ghost town in the Wrangell-St. Elias National Park area of Alaska. In its heyday, in the early 1900s, it was an active silver and copper mining district. Now, it's a fascinating tourist attraction (a National Historic Landmark) with a dramatic setting, which pulls in wilderness and adventure-minded travelers. 

Even just getting there is an adventure. First, you have to get to Alaska. Then, you have to drive part of the Alcan until it dries up, then drive down a deteriorating highway (the Edgerton) that was once a railbed. If you're renting your car, you're not even supposed to drive this road. I have a couple of railspikes that I found along this road among my treasured possessions. At a certain point, you have to get out of your car and go the rest of the way on foot. There's a footbridge now, but on my first visit, I had to pull myself across the river in a dangling handtruck. 

You can tour the Mill, eat and stay at the seasonally open Lodge or some refurbished cabins made into Bed and Breakfasts, hike on a glacier, or just sit and feel the awe. 

I've had the good fortune to visit a few times, including spending a week there as part of a geology class offered to teachers by the University of Alaska. It's on my list of places to go back to and show my children and husband. It's not easy traveling, but it's well worth it for the vistas that will linger in your mind forever. 

J is for Joseph-Beth: A to Z Blogging Challenge

It's April and you know what that means: The AtoZ Blogging Challenge! For those who haven't played along before, the AtoZ Blogging Challenge asks bloggers to post every day during April (excepting Sundays), which works out to 26 days, one for each letter of the alphabet. In my opinion, it's the most fun if you choose a theme.

My theme this year is Places in my Heart, all about the places I've been and loved and that have mattered to me in a lasting sense.

For my regular readers, you'll see more than the usual once-a-week posts from me this month. I'm having a great time writing them, so I hope you enjoy reading them, too.

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J is for Joseph-Beth Booksellers

I went to college in the eastern part of Kentucky, at Morehead State University. Morehead, in the early 1990s, wasn't a very big town (it's grown a bit since). If you wanted city pleasures like movie theaters and shopping malls, you had to drive to either Lexington, Kentucky or Huntington, West Virginia. 

So, I often did. 

Lexington was around an hour away from campus. And one of the best things in Lexington was Joseph-Beth Booksellers. 

In this time before big box bookstores like Borders and Barnes and Noble, when B. Dalton was the best most places had on offer, Joseph-Beth was the biggest fanciest bookstore I had ever seen. I was an English major, so it wasn't hard to find friends who thought wandering a bookstore was an excellent way to spend an afternoon or evening. 

There was a beautiful kids section where I spent money I didn't have buying holiday gifts for all my young cousins, a café where I enjoyed desserts with a book, and a HUGE store full of so many books! It was like a wonderland for bookish girls. I *lived* in that poetry section. 

Joseph-Beth had the offerings and giant retail space I've come to associate with a big box bookstore, but the feel and spirit of an independent. There was a section where the sales associates put out their recommendations, and creative displays of books based on themes or eras rather than just genre. They held neat events, too. I could have lived there. Heck, I still could!

I is for Island (Tybee Island): A to Z Blogging Challenge

It's April and you know what that means: The AtoZ Blogging Challenge! For those who haven't played along before, the AtoZ Blogging Challenge asks bloggers to post every day during April (excepting Sundays), which works out to 26 days, one for each letter of the alphabet. In my opinion, it's the most fun if you choose a theme.

My theme this year is Places in my Heart, all about the places I've been and loved and that have mattered to me in a lasting sense.

For my regular readers, you'll see more than the usual once-a-week posts from me this month. I'm having a great time writing them, so I hope you enjoy reading them, too.

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I is for Island (Tybee Island)

My now-husband and I had a trip to Tybee Island when he was my boyfriend. 

That was the weekend he became my fiancé. 

I think that would have happened anyway, but it probably happened that particular weekend because Tybee Island is such a lovely and romantic place, even in February. 

The beauty of the moment, down at the seaside at sunset (and, of course, his love for me), overcame him and he proposed right there. We were so happy we danced around in a circle jumping up and down for a while. It's probably a good thing no one else was there to see how silly we looked. 

My publicly-shareable memories of that weekend include lots of walking on the beach, seeing Pelicans (my favorite bird!) and dolphins, the lighthouse, and some truly delicious seafood (which my husband sweetly tolerated; being a non-seafood eater himself). 

Tybee is a quieter place than other tourist beach towns we've visited, which makes it perfect for us. We're really not noisy crowd sort of folk. We haven't yet been back, though not for lack of trying. Maybe the next anniversary. 

H is for Hot Springs: A to Z Blogging Challenge

It's April and you know what that means: The AtoZ Blogging Challenge! For those who haven't played along before, the AtoZ Blogging Challenge asks bloggers to post every day during April (excepting Sundays), which works out to 26 days, one for each letter of the alphabet. In my opinion, it's the most fun if you choose a theme.

My theme this year is Places in my Heart, all about the places I've been and loved and that have mattered to me in a lasting sense.

For my regular readers, you'll see more than the usual once-a-week posts from me this month. I'm having a great time writing them, so I hope you enjoy reading them, too.

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H is for Hot Springs (Chena Hot Springs)

My first full time teaching job was in Kenny Lake, Alaska, right smack-dab in the middle of nowhere :-)  It's a really small school, 100 kids K-12. We worked hard for those kids, though, giving them the best experience we could despite an isolated location. 

I'm full of fond memories of the place and the people, even though I was only there one year. 

I taught about eight different subjects that year, chaperoned a bunch of hockey trips, put on a formal dance, and adopted my first dog, a German Shepherd Husky mix called Häagendog because he was the color of my favorite kind of Häagendaz ice cream: chocolate peanut butter. 

I also chaperoned the big eighth grade trip to Fairbanks and Chena Hot Springs. I visited it a couple of times during that year because it was just so wonderful. 

A natural hot springs is something special. The earth bubbling out its heat through the water. Sitting in one, you can understand why people have sought them out throughout history, believing the minerals and air could heal a myriad of woes. 

Chena Hot Springs is even more amazing because its in such a cold place. There's nothing like sitting in hot water while you're surrounded by snow, able to see your breath while you stare up at the night sky filled with Aurora Borealis. It's a distinctly Alaskan experience, and a highlight of my life to have been there. 

G is for Going-to-the-Sun Road: A to Z Blogging Challenge

It's April and you know what that means: The AtoZ Blogging Challenge! For those who haven't played along before, the AtoZ Blogging Challenge asks bloggers to post every day during April (excepting Sundays), which works out to 26 days, one for each letter of the alphabet. In my opinion, it's the most fun if you choose a theme.

My theme this year is Places in my Heart, all about the places I've been and loved and that have mattered to me in a lasting sense.

For my regular readers, you'll see more than the usual once-a-week posts from me this month. I'm having a great time writing them, so I hope you enjoy reading them, too.

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G is for Going-to-the-Sun Road

When I was 24 years old, my grandfather was diagnosed with prostate cancer. It took him a year later. 

All my life, he'd told me stories about Montana. As a young man, he'd been sent to Montana as part of the Civilian Conservation Corps, and it was the adventure of his lifetime. My favorite story was a tall tale (I think) about getting chased up a tree by a bear, and throwing down a peanut butter sandwich to appease the creature. 

He always wanted to go back and see Montana again. 

And my parents made that happen for him. 

They bought a van and took my grandfather, my grandmother, my cousin who was basically being raised by my grandparents, and themselves across the country, picking me up in Billings, Montana. I'm so grateful to have been there when Grandpa Ray got to revisit his youth and show it to all of us. 

Going-to-the-Sun Road in Glacier National Park was one of the highlights. It's dramatic vista after dramatic vista. Terrifying to drive, especially since your jaw is hanging open half the time from the beauty. 

I love the place three times. For the amazing place itself, for my grandfather's memories of it, and for my last adventure with him. 

F is for Ft. Abercrombie: A to Z Blogging Challenge

It's April and you know what that means: The AtoZ Blogging Challenge! For those who haven't played along before, the AtoZ Blogging Challenge asks bloggers to post every day during April (excepting Sundays), which works out to 26 days, one for each letter of the alphabet. In my opinion, it's the most fun if you choose a theme.

My theme this year is Places in my Heart, all about the places I've been and loved and that have mattered to me in a lasting sense.

For my regular readers, you'll see more than the usual once-a-week posts from me this month. I'm having a great time writing them, so I hope you enjoy reading them, too.

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F is for Ft. Abercrombie

Right after I graduated from college, I loaded up the truck and moved to Alaska. It had been on my mind since third or fourth grade when a teacher showed our class her slides from a visit she'd made. For some reason, my parents wouldn't move, so after graduation, when my then-husband and I were talking about where to go, I said, "What about Alaska?" 

We threw resumes at the state and one of his landed in Kodiak, Alaska, so that became my first Alaskan home. I eventually had three. 

Kodiak is an island in the south of the state. Neither part of the Aleutians nor part of the chain of islands known as Southeast, but it's own thing. And it's one of my favorite places on the planet. 

It's green and lush, but never hot. It rains a lot, but I don't mind that. It was my first time living by the sea, and I *loved* it. Walking beaches and forests, looking for beach glass, tide-pooling, sitting clifftop watching puffins, and regularly seeing bears, sea lions, and bald eagles . . . it was heaven on earth. And Ft. Abercrombie State Park, with its cliffs, flowers, wildlife, and sea was my favorite part. 

I've been putting all my writing money towards someday going back, taking my family with me. They've got to see this place!

E is for Elmo's Diner: A to Z Blogging Challenge

It's April and you know what that means: The AtoZ Blogging Challenge! For those who haven't played along before, the AtoZ Blogging Challenge asks bloggers to post every day during April (excepting Sundays), which works out to 26 days, one for each letter of the alphabet. In my opinion, it's the most fun if you choose a theme.

My theme this year is Places in my Heart, all about the places I've been and loved and that have mattered to me in a lasting sense.

For my regular readers, you'll see more than the usual once-a-week posts from me this month. I'm having a great time writing them, so I hope you enjoy reading them, too.

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E is for Elmo's Diner

Elmo's is our family breakfast place. Initially, it was an us-two breakfast place. It's where we shared our first breakfast as a couple. It's a diner in Carrboro, NC (they have one in Durham, too, but that one's not "ours"). 

Besides lovely aromatic coffee and delicious breakfast offerings, Elmo's also offers friendly staff who know us after all these years and beautiful sunlight through tall windows in old brick walls (the building used to be a mill). The quality of light has always really affected my mood, so it might be the windows as much as anything that won me over to the joys of Elmo's. 

We've all got our regular food choices there. The youngest has her chocolate chip pancake, the eldest her chicken caesar salad, the husband has his southwest salad with chicken, and I have my open face turkey sandwich or salmon cake. And always, of course, the coffee. I love the coffee there so much, my husband bought me a mug from there to use at home. 

Elmo's has memories of many happy meals. It's that rare place that really pleases all four of us. No one is just tolerating it for the sake of others. It's earned its place in my heart.