Juneau in the spring
Yes, I am alive and well in Juneau. Alaska is sleepy this time of year, and I guess I have been too. I'm savoring the quietness before the throngs of tourists descend in June, pulling into port by the thousands.
Even after two months, when I step outside each morning, the snow-capped mountains still take my breath away. There is something very alive about the way the landscape never seems to look the same way twice, the way the mountains constantly play hide-and-seek with the clouds, the mist, the fog. It never fails to make me smile.
What have I been up to?
Definitely starting to feel like a local, with my Juneau library card in my pocket, running into familiar faces at the grocery stores and restaurants. It's a small town. You're bound to run into someone anywhere you go.
Learning to play poker on Triple T Tuesdays (Tacos, Tequila, and Texas Hold 'Em) with colleagues. Read: I'm learning to lose my money every Tuesday.
Getting involved with volunteer work at a domestic violence shelter. Plenty of that here, with Alaska's skyrocketing rate of domestic violence and sexual assault. Even the most breathtaking place in the country isn't immune. Sigh.
On weekends, I get my nature fix - go walking, check out the glacier, watch the bald eagles hang out downtown. I love saying that -- that I can go walking around a glacier and see eagles! Waiting for the bears to come out of hibernation and for birds and whales to start their annual migrations.
In the planning stages: trips to a couple bird festivals, a whale fest, a ferry ride to another glacier, and a train ride to the Canadian Yukon.
I'm blooming where I'm planted...