Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.
We’ve been home now for several weeks, and a new school year is getting underway. I am way overdue in putting up a post to wrap-up our summer odyssey and had better do so now before the teaching treadmill picks up too much speed.
Denali Highway, Alaska: a long, long way from home.
Looking back over my posts from the road, I’m struck by the way they fizzled out toward the end, partly due to technical issues but also partly due to languor, the daily demands of logging significant mileage often leaving little time and less energy for blogging at the end of the day. Compared to the posts from my 2008 trip with the boys, a journey with no real agenda or timetable, the writing just didn’t measure up. And besides the tyranny of the timetable, there was another significant difference with this trip: I had adult company for the duration. After the boys went to sleep, I still had someone to talk with. And, while my dad was with us, someone to knock back a few Alaskan Ambers with.
Anyway, unlike my blog posts, the trip most definitely didn’t fizzle out toward the end. In fact we ended on a real high before I put Belinda and the boys on a plane in Salt Lake City and drove the rest of the way back. But more on that later.
First, a couple of general reflections: (more…)