Now that it’s had time to sink in, the next thing we’ve got to figure out it how to get there. One could fly. One could even take a ferry. We are going to drive.
The military will ship one vehicle for us, but that still leaves another vehicle and our Airstream, at which we’ve been plugging away at trying to get it ready to use.
Yes, we plan to drive the 3, 277 miles from our house to Anchorage. With 3 kids. And a dog. And a 27 foot camper.
Considering that this will also be our vacation, we might add a few stops and camp at some national parks on the way. All in all, it’s shaping up to be no less than a nine day trip, and possibly up to two weeks. Everything I’ve read online recommends getting a copy of The Milepost, and when the 2015 issue is available in March, I’m sure I’ll immerse myself in it and get a better idea of our travel plans. Until then I’ll
obsessively read about the drive online relax.
Alaska, Alaska, Alaska. How can I have never been to a place yet so badly want to live there?
I don’t know why, but I’ve had a lifelong fascination with Alaska. As an Air Force brat, I always hoped my dad’s next assignment would take us there, but it never happened. This year, when I knew we had a PCS coming up, and Chris might be amenable to a move to Alaska after adjusting to colder weather in Colorado these last few years, I was hopeful. Actually, more than that. Internally desperate.
The assignments list came out in December and it had four open positions that would work for Chris. He put them down as choices #1-#4. We also had some other decent possibilities, but I knew I’d be heartbroken if we didn’t get to go to Anchorage. I’ve been like a madwoman this last month (Chris would say longer than that) hoping every day that there would be good news about our assignment.
Then on Wednesday it came, the news I’d been hoping for. We’re going to Alaska!
I can still scarcely believe it. It feels so strange to finally get something you’ve been hoping for your whole life.
We’re going to Alaska!
Saturday, March 2nd
When we told the girls that I would be going to Louisiana, they were sad for me to leave. I asked them if I could bring anything back for them; Blythe asked for leggings, candy, and toilet paper. Yes, toilet paper. Meg asked for a picture of my parents, grandmother, brother, and me.
Friday, March 1st
One thing we have been really struck by is the generosity of everyone. People that my grandparents and parents are close friends with and casual acquaintances have all stopped by and dropped off food. We have been overwhelmed with love and support.
Here is just a sampling of the desserts that were brought by my grandmother’s house.
Thursday, February 28th
My grandfather passed away very early in the morning, and I got a flight to Louisiana as quickly as I could. He had been sick for a long time, and critically ill in the hospital for the last week. We are all so sad to see him go, but relieved that he is no longer suffering. He lived an amazing and full 89 (almost 90) years. Chris stayed home with the girls.
In the plane, you could see how the snowstorm earlier in the week hit areas in the north, and left the southern area snow-free.
Wednesday, February 27th
After having a snow day, a snow delay, the weekend, another snow delay, and today, another snow day within the last week, the girls are sick of being in the house. I had to pull out all the stops and put together crafts and activities for the kids. We started the morning with oobleck.
Tuesday, February 26th
I finished the quilt top I’d been working on. It’s far from perfect (far, far, far) but I do like how it turned out. I’m toying with the idea of giving it to Meg for her birthday.