I had an unusual visitor at my campsite along Jack Creek: Homesickness.
I know it has been way too long since you have heard from me. Even the best of friends have to keep in regular contact.
It is hard to believe I’ve been in Costa Rica for three months already! The days just melt away. I start each day with a swim in the cove, followed by a shower to rinse off the salt and a breakfast of fruit and coffee, then I sit down to write before it simply gets too hot for me to think.
Just as in our own lives, a healthy birth and the death of a child are the most joyous and tragic events possible, so it seems, they are for dolphins.
I’ve been doing a surprising amount of thinking about the Artic as I sit here sweating in Costa Rica.
This place is alive with sound. Indeed, I heard its music before I ever set foot on land.
When I started this blog, I thought it was going to be only about my trip to the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.
I just got back from a week at the cabin that I have gone to for the past darn near twenty years. It is my little piece of heaven, the reward that motivates me.
In preparing for the trip and doing all the research on the Refuge, I went out of my way not to have too many preconceived notions of what to expect.
They say, of course, that a picture is worth a thousand words. And, gosh darn it, I came home from this adventure with 1,564 photos.