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Walking Alone with a Couple Old Friends

Walking Alone with a Couple Old Friends

Alone, I walk along the snow-covered boardwalk, pausing to look up the shallow, swift creek spilling its way through the moraines, where the roots of alder, willow, and cottonwood trees...
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Walking Alone – Creating Ripples

Walking Alone – Creating Ripples

Cautiously, I transfer my weight to the snow, and find that rising temperatures and a new layer of flakes have softened it since my last visit. Forty-eight hours ago, just...
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Walking Alone – First Black Bear Edition

Walking Alone – First Black Bear Edition

Boot spikes crunch loudly in the hard, crusted snow, drowning out the calls of varied thrushes. Pausing to listen, I smile and feel my beard stiffening with a building coat...
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Walking Alone, Hearing Voices

Walking Alone, Hearing Voices

Alone, I walk the snow-covered path from the trailhead, over the Fish Creek bridge and through the shaded wood until I come to the pond where I pause in the...
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Still Walking Alone

Still Walking Alone

Alone, I walk the narrow plank trail zigzagging through the beaver pond. The snow has melted away, and where earth is exposed, the yellow-green heads of skunk cabbage peek from...
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Walking Alone

Walking Alone

I test the glassy roadside ice, then climb back in the truck to stretch spikes over my boots, then click across the bare roadway to the trailhead. Off the road...
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Preserving Juneau History

Preserving Juneau History

While attempting a non precision instrument approach to Juneau Municipal Airport at approximately 12:15 pm on September 4, 1971, Alaska Airlines Flight 1866, a Boeing 727, crashed 2500 feet up...
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Wintersummer

Wintersummer

Life in Juneau, like so many other Southeast Alaska towns, is a tale of two cities. Summer Juneau bustles with cruise ship tourists filing in and out of shops along...
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Owl in Winter Wind

Owl in Winter Wind

My back to a short, dense Sitka spruce—a lone sentinel against the driving wind accelerating up Gastineau Channel, across the Mendenhall State Wildlife Refuge—I try to blend in to the...
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