There are a few things that ever individual needs to do while they are in Alaska. One, skinny dip in the Pacific. Two, Eat as much seafood as you can. Three, go climb onto a glacier. Four, see a bear. And five, go salmon and halibut fishing. Well, I have gone salmon fishing. Great fun it was actually. The salmon have arrived here in the fresh water streams. It's just like all the documentaries show, they are in like 2 inches of water splashing and swimming, just trying to get upstream to harvest their eggs (I haven't yet seen them jump up a waterfall-but I will). Well this week I was out walking and talking on my phone when I decided to go walk my jogging trail. It's a nice little trail with wild blue and salmon berries all over and frequent bear sitings, a cool mountain stream and a quaint little bridge and rope swing. Well, I was walking and saw the salmon on their trek up stream. I got so close to them that I could have reached my hand out and grabbed five of them. Two problems with that-number one....GROSS! I hate touching fish, and number two, I was alone without a camera and I felt like I needed a witness to this great event. So, I went home grabbed Whitney out of bed and made her come with me and video tape the whole thing. Of course, she's Whitney and had to pretend to be the crocodile hunter. I was known on the video as Rebecca the Huntress. So, here are a few moments of the glorious, yet typical Rebecca/Whitney outing here in Alaska. I do want to remind everyone that yes, I did catch and touch a salmon with my bare hands!
The first video is how I was actually able to catch the salmon, the second is me triumphantly collecting my prize.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
The Unthinkable has Possibly Happened
I've been here for 3 months now, not the longest time to be somewhere; but a really long time to go without the sun. Yesterday morning I woke up to the rain yet again and realized that I may be quite ready to go home to the sun. The past three weeks I can remember 1 day without rain. Ridiculous? Yes, I think so too!!!!! I never thought that I would get sick of Alaska. Rain, shine, boredom, WXCL, tourists, I've done them all and I have been loving every second of it-but here I am sitting at work getting paid minimal pay....not even minimum wage; a good $2.50 an hour!!!! I know, that some people wouldn't get too excited about $2.5o an hour but I do. I mean, if I sit getting paid this wage for 8 hours a day I get $20 for that day. $20 a day pays my rent for the month! Now, add an additional two hours to that and I get $25 a day and that will pay rent and buy me a meager meal. If only I ever got paid for 10 hours.
Well, the unthinkable that has possibly happened-now hold your breath for this...I may be a little home sick. Now, I can't tell if this is because of the torrential rain or if I in fact do miss Provo. I'm fairly certain it is the rain though. But, the moral of this post is that I will be coming back. Despite the full time job offer I've been given. Despite all the fun times I've had cavorting around Juneau. Despite all of the spectacular scenes and wilderness I've seen. Despite the fantastical friends I've made. I will be returning home. Well, at least to pick up my car and start off on my new Adventure.
I know that this post started out as my admitting that I, the unreachable Rebecca, have actually become home sick. Well, I want to start another little tangent. My tangent is about the fun haters. The people that tell free spirited individuals that following their passion is something that is getting in the way of other more important things. Such as a family, career, marriage, etc. To those individuals who want the free spirits to stop roaming, I say stop breathing. For some of us the times we are the happiest is when we are planning and executing our adventures. It is what we are and who we are. The only security we have is in the insecurity we create by choosing to go on these adventures. It is the only thing that we can count on. And yes, I may be talking about myself-but I say we because I know that there are more out there. And we're sick of being told to grow up. So, until we're ready to stop having our adventures and stop living please, let us be!
Well, the unthinkable that has possibly happened-now hold your breath for this...I may be a little home sick. Now, I can't tell if this is because of the torrential rain or if I in fact do miss Provo. I'm fairly certain it is the rain though. But, the moral of this post is that I will be coming back. Despite the full time job offer I've been given. Despite all the fun times I've had cavorting around Juneau. Despite all of the spectacular scenes and wilderness I've seen. Despite the fantastical friends I've made. I will be returning home. Well, at least to pick up my car and start off on my new Adventure.
I know that this post started out as my admitting that I, the unreachable Rebecca, have actually become home sick. Well, I want to start another little tangent. My tangent is about the fun haters. The people that tell free spirited individuals that following their passion is something that is getting in the way of other more important things. Such as a family, career, marriage, etc. To those individuals who want the free spirits to stop roaming, I say stop breathing. For some of us the times we are the happiest is when we are planning and executing our adventures. It is what we are and who we are. The only security we have is in the insecurity we create by choosing to go on these adventures. It is the only thing that we can count on. And yes, I may be talking about myself-but I say we because I know that there are more out there. And we're sick of being told to grow up. So, until we're ready to stop having our adventures and stop living please, let us be!
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