8.18.15
I have no clue what city we’re technically in. All I know is that we spent six hours fishing salmon in the Little Sue River.
I don’t believe anyone else sees it, nor do they take the time to genuinely ask, but I surprised myself with how much I actually enjoyed the fishing we’ve been doing.
Zephan has his likes and dislikes about Alaska, but for me I truly think I could live here. It’s peaceful and not crowded. Alaska has a certain beauty that isn’t just the landscape itself.
Though I don’t know everything about Alaska, it is easy to fall in love with.
No doubt I miss home, but in ways that I’d be slow to admit.
I don’t miss people, I don’t miss the easy accessibility. I miss the small things. But I don’t actually miss home.
8.19.15
Turns out the river is actually the Little Susitna River. Not sure where it’s technically at – between Willow and Wasilla?
Got up again before daybreak, and I felt wide awake like maybe I oversleep when I’m at home.
Our guide hit a moose on his way to the river and still came and did his job.
Pretty okay (long) day of fishing – but the RV is starting to drive me mad.
Bugs are swirling around my head. I don’t want to go in, but I must.
11.24.15
What is this, half of a cruise has passed so far?
I’ve looked over the rail of the ship so many times, yet each time I’m drawn in by the beauty of the ocean. I may be terrified of the ocean but I’m stunned by its vastness each day. It’s a simple beauty that I’ve seen so many times, but why should being on a boat in the ocean with no land in sight ever cease to amaze?
7.4.16
Lago Vista, Lake Travis.
I don’t know what’s worse, the constant judging of the way other people do things or the fact that last night I had the worst sleep of my life. At least, it felt that way.
On the bright side, from the lake house we have a view of the lake, which is the only part of the lake I’ve seen so far.
Who knew this area was so pretty? I love and hate all the hills. Love, because of the way the landscape speaks of its own beauty. Hate, because it takes longer to go a short distance.
It’s a bit muggy, but it isn’t awful.
The bird have long been awake and I’m still wishing I’d stayed in bed – or got up earlier.
Maybe our family is too big and too stuck in the past to get together this way.
Two red birds were just flying around a tree in front of me – and more than anything it makes me feel like I should know what type of birds they are. I could guess a robin.
I’m awful at journaling, especially since I could have written so much more about the places I’ve been.
Memoir of a Writer 
That poor moose! And the poor guide! But Alaska is absolutely beautiful, though it feels like you have to drive forever to get anywhere.
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Right! I couldn’t believe it. And yes driving anywhere takes forever, but the weirdest part was driving around at 11 p.m. with the sun still in the sky 😅 we’d forget to stop for the night haha
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Epistolary works for you. I suspect you could write a great story this way.
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Ah I don’t know if I could 😅
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Thanks for the like. Am not calling myself a writer, before my first book gets out, but I have been blogging, and forever journaling since that was an integral part of the job I used to do. Also, it’s handy to keep track of my dreams.
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I’ve always wanted to keep a dream journal, but I don’t remember my dreams often enough to get in the habit of writing them down.
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The minute you wake up, you need to jot your dream down. Have always a pen and pad next to my bed, and start writing before I even come out of bed.Two minutes later, things already are fading away. Try it, everything gets better with practice:):)
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