IN A HEARTBEAT

Had a pleasant, little Sunday morning surprise this morning.  Phone rang around 12 Noon and it was my friend Karen calling from Phoenix, AZ.

I’ve written about Karen and her husband Jack before.  Originally met them when I lived in Fairbanks.  Jack passed a few years ago and Karen and I have stayed in touch via a couple of phone calls each year, primarily by her calling me.  I need to get better about staying in touch.

We spent 50 minutes on the phone and after we hung up I spent a few minutes, just thinking about times long gone, by 50+ years.  So many memories.  

Memories of times I spent at their bush camp on the Tozitna River.  It’s those memories that not many folks get to have.  Being in the bush, totally removed from any civilization, a time before cell phones, the internet, all that stuff.  It was the best of my times in Alaska. 

There was the time we were walking a trail after dark and came across a headless rabbit.  That was a little freaky.  Fishing for our dinner.  Flying in from Fairbanks and landing on a gravel bar.  Bringing my Dad out for a visit and watching him just thrive in that environment.  Remembering when their son Robin was born in their 12x12 cabin on their kitchen table. 

Karen still has that land and it is now in the ownership of their son, and she’s watching their granddaughter roofing new buildings out there, along with many other activities that most 18-year-old girls don’t have as they head off to college. 

I’m pretty sure I’ll never travel that far north again, but if the opportunity should happen to come along, I’ll be there in a heartbeat!!