I spent the entire summer gushing to out of state friends about how much I love Alaska, and how they just have to come here and experience the glory of the summer, and the colors, and the wildflowers, and the mountains, and the glaciers. I am head-over-heels in love with this place and its midnight sun. Insert all the heart emojis here.
So much did I talk about my new adoration that I started to sound like I was telling people about a hot summer fling. Hey everyone — come meet my new boyfriend, Alaska Summer. He’s the best.
The problem? Summer love affairs end. And that this one is now fading is breaking my heart.
Starting on Memorial Day weekend I have done something outside with my boyfriend Alaska Summer every single day, regardless of weather. I wanted to take advantage of the daylight, and it forced me to experience all the nuances of where we live. My commitment to getting out there led us to new places. I spent weeks parading around the state — I hiked, backpacked, paddled, floated, traversed, cycled, ran, swam and climbed.