Hello Sunshine, I remember you

this guy

Life in Ketchikan is pretty dang simple and the smallest victories take giant strides toward plastering a smile on my face. You know that game universal to every carnival, fair, theme park, etc., where you slug a hammer down as hard as you can and try to get the bell to ring? If you replace that bell with happiness, I’ve had a couple pretty solid swings this week: Becoming reacquainted with the Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun, stumbling upon an awesome craft store with Elle and finding beautiful wildflowers on top of Dude Mountain has almost knocked the bell off entirely.

Living in a town where it’s almost easier to communicate with smoke signals and finding an especially ripe salmonberry bush means a good day has given me a new perspective on what to expect when I wake up in the morning. While I might complain about my new best friend–the constant drizzling rain, and the lack of a Chipotle, Ketchikan has made me appreciate life on a day-to-day basis. When my hardest tasks are deciding whether to wear my jacket or leave it in the guide tote and praying to the ziplining gods for fit, friendly, non-frugal clients (friends), there’s not much room to call it a bad day.

Here’s my week in photos:

Sunshine!

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4 responses to “Hello Sunshine, I remember you

  1. Wow you are amazing. What a cool life you live. I wish I could prance in the Alaskan praries like yourself. Stay classy my friend

  2. you’re never coming home. BOO YOU B-RAT

  3. you are awesome

  4. Jenna Jantsch

    That’s not what Dude Mountain looks like… you’re missing the clouds.

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