I just woke up on my first morning in Nome, in my childhood home. Arriving here and exploring the town, after not being here for a few decades, has been like stepping into a time capsule! Strange indeed. The flight in was spectacular, with the sun just coming up revealing the most amazing scenery passing below.
After being greeted at the airport by family, and having a friend from childhood come up and say "hello" - taking me very much by surprise - my younger brother and I headed out to explore. (The Sorels are amazing and keeping my feet toasty, btw!)
On the frozen Bering sea are the miners... Bering Sea Gold. (The town's people are not big fans!)
And still stilling on a pond just out of town is an old gold dredge that was a favorite place for my girlfriends and I to ice skate!
Abandoned transportation...it's odd to see random "trash" sitting in the pristine landscape.
Nome, accessible only by plane (or dog sled), is far from most places... except Siberia!
It's a good thing the roads here are short and don't get you anywhere, not at these gas prices.
And last night, saying goodnight to my husband who is at home with the kids, I asked how does one stay appreciative of what you have and your life on a daily basis? Wandering around town yesterday, looking for the homes of childhood friends, I was reminded of what a great thing I truly have.