Once upon a time I sat outside in a hail storm, stuffing the most incredible pizza in the world in my mouth hole. The hail was coming down so hard I actually had bruises from it. Did we give up on the pizza and run inside like all the locals? No. We stayed outside as …
Ten years ago I celebrated the summer solstice at the Arctic Circle, ten hours to the north of Anchorage, Alaska. A week earlier, we had flown into Anchorage, one of the only real cities in the forty ninth state. We left Fairbanks at five p.m. to make it to the Arctic Circle before midnight for …
I had these Sourdough Pancakes in Talkeetna Alaska in 2003. They were the best pancakes I had ever had and I had been dying for years to make them myself but could never figure out how to get my hands on sour dough starter. I found sour dough on E Bay last year and …
A summer day in Alaska means fishing for fresh salmon on the Copper River. It means fishing ALL DAY on the Copper River. It means really feeling that we are Californians and not local Alaskans at all when we do not catch anything. (even though we had been vacationing in the forty ninth …
When we had arrived in Anchorage a week earlier we had looked like the poster children from sunny southern California, our tans, white teeth and sandals clearly making us stand out amide the sweat pants, and work boots of the locals. Now after spending three days in the bush, well we definitely smelled like …