Growing up the Matanuska Valley in Alaska
(carved by glaciers a very long time ago =) and living now in the Wind River
Range in Wyoming, I honestly can’t imagine my life anywhere BUT the
mountains. I love feeling like
maybe there are still some places in this world that remain uncharted and
mysterious.
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| Matanuska Valley, Alaska |
The truth is that I feel somewhat exposed in
wide-open places with nowhere to rest my eyes (except maybe a moving heat
mirage.) I am always looking just
a little bit further into the horizon and am often surprised by a nagging
feeling of unsettlement.
The mountains let me breathe, hold my heart,
and have encircled the family I grew up in and now my own growing family. They are home for me.
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| Tetons - view from Slide Lake area |
While no community is perfect, I admire
hard-working men and wind-blown women fretting just a little less about their
appearance and a little more about getting their family outside. In the mountains it is ok for kids to
be glowing from a breathless day outside in the dirt and smelling like a
campfire all summer (or winter!) long.
Quality family time is spent hiking, skiing, biking and stocking up
firewood.
This is who I am, and despite attempts to
change it during my teenage years, this is who I will remain. I am truly proud to be a “Mountain
Mama”.
