Alaska

Here we are, sitting in the airport in Norfolk, VA, waiting for a delayed flight to Alaska. Grandson Aidan consented to join us, a rather daring decision for an 8 year old boy who loves his mom and dad and his neighborhood with his whole heart. He was supposed to go to GrannyNanny's (paternal grandmother) house for a week of "camp" with his boy cousins, but the dates got all mixed up and when we'd figured it out, we had already bought his $1000 airline ticket. We have a lot to make up for, so hopefully the bears, caribou, moose, wolves, salmon, eagles, and whales will show up in technicolor and ease the loss. We are meeting some very dear friends from Maui, and going to RV our way through the splendor of Alaska.

Joey and Rachel made this trip five years ago, and I just re-read their hilarious blog entries this morning. What vivid storytellers they were on their rough and tumble journey through Alaska. If you are reading this, Rachel, thank you so very much for documenting that journey. I laughed hard this morning.

We are going to scatter some of Joey's ashes in Denali. I miss my boy and I love being in a place where he was so alive.