Adventures, And Other Springtime Activities
It’s no secret that getting Moosie was, singe-handedly, the greatest decision I ever made (although I’ll give The Fiance credit: he technically said yes first). She’s persnickety, crochety, and she would rather get hit by a car than walk through a puddle. When she wants pets, she digs her claws into your skin and pulls. If your sock looks like a toy, she will try and bite your feet.
Plus, she still has that Jack Russell Terrier energy. Which is probably why I always call her a puppy even though she’s turning 11 this year. She can go, go, go pretty much all day. We can hike for three hours and she’ll still be ready for a walk. Instead of being overwhelming, it’s one of my favorite things about her. Since I tend to work a little bit less in the summer, we have many opportunities to load into the car and go on adventures.
The other day, we did just that.
I drove south toward Girdwood with her. She spent the whole time with her head out the window, sniffing the salty air by the sea. On our past days off, we had always driven north toward the Valley, where my parents live. This was her first time driving with me near the ocean.
What I love about Southcentral Alaska is that it’s so road trip-able (if it wasn’t a word before, it is now). It’s easy to get in your car and see mountains, ocean, wildlife, and waterfalls in less than an hour. There aren’t too many places in the world that can brag about having that kind of diversity. Maybe it’s the Native in me, but there’s nothing more peaceful than the water.
Thankfully, the weather was on my side and I got some beautiful photos.
As much shit as I may talk about my home state, I will say that it’s about as photogenic as they come. You just can’t beat the vastness of it all.
Now, if only we could get it to be like this the other seven months out of the year.
We hung around the old train car that still sits in that area. I’ve photographed it before, but at the time I was a new photographer and hadn’t quite developed my eye yet. Moosie was so excited, she had a hard time choosing what to smell first. While she was enamored with a rusty pipe, I snapped some more photos.
After that, I dropped Moosie off at the house and headed north for the first barbeque of the season. My dad is an excellent griller, so I was more than excited about taste testing. The sun was high in the sky, and all around me were signs of dead things coming back to life. Snow melting off of old grass, the trees regaining color, and people out on the once-abandoned streets.
And of course, the smell of campfire in the air. It’s not Alaska if you can’t smell a campfire somewhere.
At the end of it all, I wish that I could say I got some photos of Moosie. However, she has proven to be one of the harder subjects to capture on camera. The main reason is that I have to hold her leash with one hand while taking her photo with the other. Some people have this motion down pat. I am not one of those people.
But there’s always next time. The Fiance and I plan to spend the upcoming weeks outside, which means plenty of chances to get a good photo of the great Moosie in her natural habitat.
Until next time, stay wild.