I left Albuquerque 5 years ago yesterday, with an old minivan full of stuff I thought I needed (but really didn't), a driving plan, and no idea what I would do when I got to Alaska. I didn't have a place to live or a job, and I only knew a couple of people. I left a steady job, a whole lot of possessions (Goodwill was happy with me), and a lot of sky. I miss the sky sometimes. The rest, well, you don't know what you really hang onto and why until you try giving it up. So little in life is truly important.
5 years ago I made this, my first campsite along the 4,000 mile drive up to Fairbanks. I made dinner on my backpacking stove and sat at that picnic table under the Wyoming sky, wrote in my journal and sketched those trees.
I'll be 30 next month, and I feel more settled and grounded here than I have ever felt in my life. All of those things I "gave up" to move here, I got them back ten-fold when I chose to put down roots.
So I'll leave you with the same thing I say each year, on the anniversary of my move here. If there's something in life that's pulling you, that you haven't done, if you're inspired to make a change and do something different… why don't you? I dropped everything and moved as far north (almost) as the road would take me, and it was the best thing I ever did.


