Posts from the 'Susitna Writer’s Voice' category
One of a series of travel pieces (this one’s from experiences in Africa) written and recorded for broadcast by Gordy Vernon.
A little story from the Earth and Beyond archives,
about an unusual transformation in a Banty chicken’s life.
For anyone following my blog – talkeetnatraces.com – you may have noticed my ‘public name’ has changed from ‘Newbie Alaskan’ to ‘Forever Alaskan’. Given it has now been two years since I pulled into the driveway of 15158 East Barge Drive with a 26’ U-Haul van in close pursuit I decided it was time. Long time Alaskans have told me that one is not a ‘real’ Alaskan until they’ve weathered at least two winters.
The story is read by Sandra Loomis.
By twilight the mining road faded out and the game trail went up toward the hills even farther away from the creek. Making camp, we chatted about what we saw today, wondering what the story was behind the cabin on what we named Grayling Creek.
The sky was a gray mass overhead with a chill in the air as we donned our packs the next morning at daybreak. The decision was made to head home before the brooding storm caught up with us.
This is the first part of a chapter called “Lost!” from Kris Drumm’s as-yet unpublished memoir “Open to Entry, An Alaskan Adventure”, her experiences as a woman homesteading north of Talkeetna in the 1970’s. The story is read by Sandra Loomis. Kris currently lives on Long Island with her son Judah Mahay and his wife Lorien in order to help raise their son Cedric.
Our home was finally built. Sure it was a bit crude by modern standards but it was ours, so it had a dirt floor, we poured blood, sweat and many of my tears into.
Now that the hard work was done it was a good time to explore. September in South Central Alaska was known for clear beautiful skies and crisp cool weather. From up on the ridge where our cabin sat you saw a long ways out over the Susitna River, now that we had a hard frost and the leaves were covering the forest floor.