In December we departed Portland in the absence of the mighty W's. Who, What, Where, Why, and When? We carried with ourselves partial truths to those questions and what we thought was concrete turned to sand by the tides of Cozumel. As if we were Artemis we chose a new path changing the currents of our lives and moved to Juneau. In the first three days of being here it is difficult to decipher the chaos in the wake of our travels.
Standing on the shores of our southern home one has the sense that Neptune might take that flat slab of limestone we call Cozumel and drown it, letting the people and iguanas swim back to the Yucatan peninsula. Standing on the banks of Juneau, though not truly on the opposite side of the planet, might as well be a completely new planet. Here the mountains cloister us in, we can only hope they are not slumbering giants with fitful dreams causing them to toss and turn burying this gold rush cliche forever.
Honestly it is beautiful, gorgeous, the buildings ruin it. I wish I could get in a time machine and see it unspoiled. It makes all the difference in our lives, our job forces us to live in beauty. We earn money where others empty their pockets to visit for a small sliver of their lives. The shame of it all is our psyches ability to make azure seas and glacial peaks into the everyday doldrums.
We are lucky in that like Apollo we can view our lives from a distance and squash the minutia, living with the giants our gods gave us to play with.
More will come on this blog about our fits and glees, this is all I have for now.
No bears... Yet
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