Bald Heads and Golden Feathers
Not long ago, driving along at about sixty on a road that begins the climb into the Cascades, where cattle pasturelands meld into oak woodlands, I narrowly missed having a front grill full of raptors. A Golden Eagle was determined to steal a Bald Eagle’s fresh catch.
Alaskan Winters
If there is anywhere in Alaska with a moderate winter climate, it is on the Alaska Peninsula with salt water on both sides. But never think winters are easy or short.
National Park life
I’ve lived a life only a very small percentage of the populace has had the privilege to experience. More than forty years my park ranger husband and I lived at the whim of the National Park Service. Not that that was difficult. Stephen, my husband claims he retired from the best profession in the world.