Tag Archives: Alaska

The end of the world

It’s amazing what a difference 16° in latitude makes. I left Maine directly from my Sea & Sky Workshop at Schoodic Institute. I brought the same gear I had in Maine: sandals, a rain jacket, one fleece shirt and a waxed-cotton vest. I’m tolerant of the cold, but when the wind whips across the Bay […]

No bushwhacking for me, thanks.

In general, my summer months are very focused. This is typical for most of the plein air painters I know. We have a hundred days of summer, more or less, to produce and sell our plein air work, and we don’t waste it. Not that many of us complain about it. We feel blessed to […]

Tough babes

Driving down from Tok along the Glenn Highway, I saw my first real-life glacier. “Dang,” I said to myself. “That just looks like a bigger version of the snowpile that accumulates behind Channel 8 every year.” The melt from the snowpile goes into the storm sewers while the Matanuska Glacier feeds the Matanuska River, but […]

About dogs

I have had dogs since I was born. However, my elderly Jack Russell is going to be my last dog. This is less about dogs than about modern life. Fifteen years ago, I could take Max on solitary camping/painting junkets. He ran free, earning his keep as an early-warning system. Today it seems that Max cannot go […]

In the Klondike

Since we turned onto the Alaskan Highway, we’ve been running with a pair of Honda Fits. My little Prius is currently having its cracked springs replaced courtesy of Maine’s roads, so I’ve worried about those Fits. I’ve watched them slither over some jarring pavement, or lack of it. By Liard River, we were calling brief […]

Traveling through Moose Row

As every schoolchild knows, the grain elevator was invented by Joseph Dart, Jr. in 1843 in Buffalo, NY. Dart’s elevator was a wood-cribbed design that was replaced with the hulking concrete behemoths that still line Buffalo today. They are both a blessing and a curse. While “elevator alley” along the Buffalo River is an historic […]

Jamestown, ND to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan

I’m afraid I’m in danger of running through my supply of superlatives before this trip is over. My daughter described the territory between Jamestown, ND and Saskatoon, Saskatchewan as “hella sky,” and I’m going with that. I love the Great Plains. I find them fascinating in the same way I find the ocean fascinating. They’re mysterious […]

North to Alaska

Whirl up, sea— whirl your pointed pines, splash your great pines on our rocks, hurl your green over us, cover us with your pools of fir. (Oread, by HD) Victoria Brzustowicz recited that to me on our last day in Maine. It seemed perfectly fitting for our week at Schoodic Point. At midday, we watched […]