On Top of the World


While standing on top of the world, I hummed the song,
“I’m on… top of the world… looking, down on creation... And the only explanation I can find, is…humph?” Explain how I got here?
A year ago, I was looking up from Australia, ‘the land down under’ and now in Alaska, I’m peering down the vastest and most desolate valley I’ve ever seen.
We had just left North Pole, and were driving up a steep winding gravel road called Top of the World Highway. We were pioneering a visit to family through the Last Frontier coinciding with our next volunteer building project.


[Camping through Canada and up to Alaska with our daughter Carly, her friend Matt, and the two granddogs. We now have camped over six months of this trip. And I remember saying a year ago, “I never really liked camping.” And this has not changed.]





[Freedom of the open road. (And there was no ‘free’ in this freedom) Driving a personal vehicle for the first time in over a year was shocking with the cost of fuel, insurance, maintenance and then constant vehicle repairs.]

[Mt. McKinley, the Canadian Rockies, the Alaskan,/Al-Can Highway, the Yukon, the Klondike, the Glacier Fields and the North Pole. Brrr, now searching for Hot Springs, to warm our aching equatorial bones.]





[One must keep a keen eye on the highway at all times… Where the buffalo and everything else roams. While driving or camping, watch out for moose, caribou, black and grizzly bears, reindeer, rock sheep, wolverines, fox, minks, elk and so much more.]



[Gold Rush towns sent us searching but we found instead crystal clear rivers, silver glacier runs, tumbling waterfalls and mountains of wildflowers.]

The Project:
After spending a year volunteering in third world countries, we decided to bring some social responsibility back to our own family.
A bit north of Anchorage, in the small town of Wasilla, there are ten acres of wooded property, a TeePee and our daughter Ashley with her family.


