Northern Notes

I call the Happy Wife baby so often it set me to wondering.

Note the high cheek bones already in evidence. Some early features of dainty youth are evanescent, others honed and shaped for nothing more than the sake of beauty.

In Alaska road signage is minimal. The reason: Leaving Anchorage there is one major highway going north, another going south. Both eventually bifurcate many miles outside of town, and I suppose one could get “lost” if they veered right instead of left at either point, but barring that let’s just say there is really no reason for a GPS up here. This too is something that makes the Happy Wife happy. She loathes a six lane interstate. Hates freeways. Fears complicated signage — stay right, merge left, exit 1/4 mile, bridge out. That kinda thing. She wants simplicity of direction, like this:

Even here the two-sided black arrow is pointless for all but the clueless. If the guardrail isn’t an obvious disincentive to those who may think going straight is an option, the sloshing water of Turnagain Arm one hundred feet beyond should be. I’m guessing it’s a cover yer ass sign erected by the D.O.T., something the police can point to when they’re pulling an RV full of tourists from a rushing tide: Didn’t you see the sign?

Going right here will take us home, to our primary residence, while left leads to what we hope (!) will soon become our second home.

Sneak preview: View From The Porch.

Bigger.

Cut back those pesky alders and the view of Resurrection Bay, I think you’d agree, could center a man. If not also impoverish him. But as the Happy Wife correctly pointed out, we shouldn’t save everything for the future. What if The Future doesn’t arrive? An important point I was unfit to refute. I admit to possessing a feature of fiscal conservatism that has limited my ventures, probably since the time I was a baby. And so it happened we traveled south this weekend to greet the house inspector who confirmed our belief that the place had “good bones”, although he did find an issue or two that will need to be addressed. Nothing I suppose is ever perfect, and that should not be the enemy of the good.

2 thoughts on “Northern Notes”

  1. Cut back those pesky alders and the view of Resurrection Bay, I think you’d agree, could center a man.

    Those alders can be pesky, especially to a flyfisher on a small stream, as they have a tendency to reach out and grab a fly meant for a trout.

    I also agree that such a view of Resurrection Bay would center a man, if not indeed resurrect a man. Looks good to me RKN.

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