Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Land of the midnight sun

Tim and I moved from Utah to Alaska in early April.  We drove for three days to get to Tacoma where we spent a few days with old friends and their young son.  Time was well spent catching up and then on we went for a flight to Anchorage.  I have a very clear memory of a friend from my first summer working in Yellowstone who then went on to work and live in Alaska.  He told me once "Kelly, you would love Alaska.  As much as you love Yellowstone, you need to come here.  The whole state is like Yellowstone.  Imagine that."  With my list of places to see in the world getting longer and longer, Alaska remained on the back burner.  I hoped to see and experience it, but it wasn't even in my top ten of places to see and experience.

On Mother's Day this beautiful moose spent about three hours in the garden at the front of the cabin we were renting.  She mostly napped and eventually grazed a bit before disappearing into the brush.  I once woke up to a cow and her twin calves outside the bedroom window at this same cabin.  Large tinted windows and a mostly wild landscape allowed us to watch and photograph while safely inside. 

That changed when Tim was offered a job in Anchorage.  We both knew that living and working in a remote part of Utah on the edge of the west desert wasn't going to be our forever home.  So together we decided to move a further 3,000 miles away from our hometowns and families and my beloved Yellowstone.

I believe this is a yellowlegs we spotted in Kincaid Park

Red-necked grebe.

Breeding red-necked grebes who put on quite a courtship display.  They could be heard from well across the lagoon, and we watched them for some time along with a gentlemen who gave us some tips on other places to spot bird life in Anchorage. 

A common loon.  I've been told these lovelies are a fleeting sight for a mere few days in spring before they move on.  I was grateful to spot this lone bird on a lagoon close to downtown Anchorage.
A tree swallow at Potter Marsh.

An Arctic tern taking a brief rest on a sign informing humans what not to do along this stretch of the Anchorage Coastal Wildlife Refuge.  Don't feed the birds or disturb their nests.  Gulls and terns were nesting in the mud and reeds among the shallow water.  It's hard to fathom how far terns fly annually - from their nesting grounds in/near the Arctic to Antarctica and back.  Phew.
Having come from a place with only a few hundred residents to a city of over 300,000 has been daunting and a bit overwhelming.  It seems difficult to find a spot away from the noise of traffic and airplanes here, but I'm slowly discovering that these places do exist.  It's similar to living in the Old Faithful area at the height of summer.  One learns when and where to find the quiet places, unperturbed by human presence or voices, especially when it's their link to sanity and solitude.

Part of a mural on the back of the library in Seward.
Seward again.  Gotta love a town where someone goes to the trouble of painting a public garbage can!

Aside from the massive amount of wilderness in the state as a whole, Anchorage itself has many parks, green belts, trails, and places to view nature.  It's remarkable how much land within the city limits has been kept mostly wild as respite for both humans and wildlife.  A large part of my time here so far has involved seeking them out.  I've been rewarded with many moose sightings and plenty of bird spotting.  We've also seen a lynx and scads of snowshoe hares. 

Caught sight of this little one while doing dishes.  I watched it groom for several minutes.  Much to our cat's delight, snowshoe hares zipped through the garden and around the cabin continuously throughout the day.
From outside, the tinted glass acted as a mirror.  This effect caused many a robin and dark-eyed junco to sit on the outside sill and peck at the glass or hop toward it.  We wondered if they believed they were seeing a competing male during breeding season.  Penny had a front row seat.  She often just watched but occasionally would run to the sill and bat at the glass.  It wouldn't take long for her to deduce the birdie just inches from her was unreachable.
As summer gets fully underway and the hours of sunlight continue to grow, I hope to spend many, many more hours exploring what Anchorage's green spaces have to offer.  

Paper birch trees are everywhere here, and I love the bark - the color, the texture, everything.

Things growing on an old picnic table.

1 comment:

  1. How did I miss your pictures!!
    Looks lovely!

    Love from all of us!