Growing up I always wanted to be Flight Attendant. From the youngest days I can recollect I would fly to and from Alaska. Those were the days with no inflight movies, fairly decent airplane food and the only “competitive” edge one airline had over the other was, no, not price, service! An unheard word in today's industry. Due to airline regulation, all flights cost about the same to any given destination.

Thus, if you wanted to woo customer's, you have to show them how much you cared about their business by being customer service oriented. Thus, the Flight Attendant's on board would allow me to practice being a Flight Attendant. At the tender age of eight or nine I would assist the inflight personnel with such pleasant tasks as collecting the passenger garbage. But to me, it helped pass the time and also gave me a break from playing with the cards or reading the magazines (provided by the airline, of course). My career began in those early years and I was able to pick up where I left off upon graduation.

My life as a flight attendant in the early 1980's was always eventful. It started shortly after deregulation hit the industry and flight personnel were only governed under what we termed FAR's. Prior to that most airlines had union contracts that protected them from lengthy days and being away from home too much.

Having grown up in a very strong mining area with unions that owned most of the town, I didn't feel unions served much purpose other than to protect the lazy and drive wages sky high. Of course if wages went sky high, prices obediently followed. Who wins there? And even though prices have never come back down - wages sure did and this was evident in the days of my flying career.

I started flying in 1984 with an airline who was currently in their first of many bankruptcies and whose union personnel were on strike. Yes, I was a scab! That alone kept each day adventurous. I braved the six weeks of training while living in a hotel. When graduation day finally arrived I wanted to leave the hotel to run a brief errand to the dry cleaners. It was a drizzly day as I ventured out and started my 15 minute trip to town. Within seconds the weather turned and I was driving in what seemed to me to be a hurricane. (Coming from the dry arid desert of the mountains, more than a couple inches of rain would qualify as hurricane weather to me.) Never having experienced such a phenomena, I continued to the dry cleaner. I picked up my clothes, raced to the car and continued back to the hotel. I had plenty of time before the ceremony started so I wasn't too put off by this somewhat seemingly minor delay. The traffic was moving slower and slower as the water inched higher and higher. Soon the traffic stopped altogether. I couldn't figure it out. There didn't seem to be a wreck or anything significant that would prevent our moving forward. But as minutes turned into hours, I sat, watching water gather on the road. Soon it was rising high enough to seep into my car. This was really bizarre. I had no idea what to do. I was trapped and couldn't move and all I could do was sit and watch my feet get engulfed with water while situated on the car brake pedal. The rain subsided some time later - but my car was not going anywhere. We didn't have cell phones in those days and I was in a city far from home, knew no one and had no recourse but to start pushing my car to the nearest gas station. They helped me dry the car out as best as they could and sent me on my way. Yes, I missed graduation. This was certainly an omen of what was yet to come.

When I got back to the hotel, which was on airport property, many of us “graduates” were called upon to fly trips that night as so many regular flight attendants were unable to get to the airport, due to rain. We had observed many flights and were only suppose to be one of the crew members on the flight. We were not to be “the crew”. Thus, four of us “greenies” got on board a 727 flight bound for Tampa Bay, Florida. Having very little clue what to do, we fumbled through the galley, set up the drink cart and started our in flight service, after running the appropriate safety checks, boarding the plane and taking off. We left the food to warm in the oven for the second round of drinks. Things seem to be going okay when all of the sudden we heard the pilot's voice over the sound system saying that we had begun our initial decent into Tampa Bay. Whoa! We were not even done with our dinner service. A mad scramble began to get the flight ready to land and to secure all the equipment. In flight personnel who were passengers on the flight jumped up to help us and with the aide of our pilot's circling over the Tampa Bay area we finally were able to secure the cabin, strap into our jump seats and prepare for landing. We realized then how much we needed to learn before crewing a plane again.

But as time went on, we melded into the system well. It was grueling working the very long hours required, due to shortages of flight crews. FAR's are bare bones rules that simply keep you from collapsing with exhaustion. That was all the protection we had from a company who was struggling to recover from the mad “fare wars” brought on by deregulation. For a mere $900 per month - we worked most everyday 12-14 hours a day. Unions weren't sounding too bad at this point in time.

Due to drastic infrastructure change in the airline industry - we rarely were on time, only most of the time went where we were originally scheduled, and lucky if we got home the same day our work schedule stated. We were flying out dated equipment, which frequently had “mechanical” delays to secure the flight for safety. I never did quite understand why people were so upset that we wouldn't take off until we ascertained the flight worthiness of the aircraft… Hmm... I was as inconvenienced as anyone and not getting paid any more for the delay - why take it out on me. I wanted to get home as much as they wanted to get to their destination. Tough to figure out the mentality of people sometimes.

One of the most vivid examples came on a “turn” we were scheduled to fly from Houston to Miami. A turn simply means you go out and back the same day. We were always advised to carry extra clothes and supplies, “just in case”. But this day I didn't heed that wise counsel and left home with only my flight manual, apron and in flight shoes.

We boarded the plane as usual and traveled to Miami on a DC-10 with roughly 250 passengers on board. Landing in Miami was uneventful and thus we rounded up the Houston bound crowd and took off on our one hour and 30 minute flight over the Gulf. Shortly after take off, while safely secured in my jumpseat, the plane started shaking and vibrating immensely. The four pink bell symbol went off indicating an emergency and my aft facing jumpseat became the target of all eyes on board. I just shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. I truly did not know what was happening. It was frightening as people's eyes were watery and fear was evident on their faces. I was no source of comfort or security as I was clueless as to the events taking place. Soon my jumpseat phone beeped and I answered. No need to fear - our starboard engine had just taken in a seagull and were going to be circling the Gulf to dump fuel and return to Miami.

Appropriate announcements were made to calm the passengers and we made preparations for an emergency landing back in Miami. All seemed to go well until we landed in Miami only to find that another DC-10 had the same problem we did, so roughly 500 passengers were now stranded in Miami and the Pam Am hub had an airline strike in progress.

As the priority is to get passengers out first, all rebookings were prioritized with their needs in mind. We got to stay with the plane until a new engine could be shipped from LAX to MIA. What ensued was utter chaos. They finally situated us in a hotel, realizing this wasn't going to be a “turn” any longer. Airline rules state that while on duty you must remain in uniform and technically we were still “on duty”. Besides most of us did not bring a change of clothing anyway. We were not to be seen out and about in uniform, so we were confined to our room. Thus, some with money went and bought clothing to wait out the storm, until our engine arrived. Most think it would be grand to be stranded in Miami! I guess it would have been except for those pesky rules that confined us to our rooms.

Three long days later, we were finally ready to leave. Most of our passengers had left days ago so the plane wasn't too full. To lighten the mood of all involved, the crew opted to throw caution to the wind and invest in some t-shirts to wear on board - an absolutely forbidden policy. Flight crews must be in FULL uniform at all times when the flight is in route. We just couldn't resist the colorful t-shirts splattered with bird dung stating “DAMN SEAGULLS”. It was too appropriate and certainly lifted the spirits of all.

Even though the flight didn't land in Houston until 2 am, we were all relieved to arrive at our destination, safe and sound. The passengers deplaned and as we were gathering our belongings to go home, the Captain announced that we would be taking another DC-10 to Acapulco as soon as we got off the plane. That plane had experienced some mechanical issues and in the delay the flight crew became “illegal” to fly as they had been on duty too long. Since we had three days to bask in the sun of Miami, we were legal and could thus escort this plane full of inebriated (they comp'ed liquor to pacify the angry crowd) to the pacific coast of Acapulco at 3 am.

Tired, angry and discouraged, we did our best to keep this crowd under control and maintain a positive outlook. We flew down, picked up the waiting people in Mexico and departed for Houston. About 30 minutes out of Acapulco we lost one of the engines on this plane mid-air. But Houston was closer than turning back, so at least we were going home. Once again we prepared our worn down passengers for an emergency landing and safely landed at Houston's Intercontinental airport at 5:30 am. We breathed a sigh of relief and planned to avoid the Captain at all costs. Our efforts were in vain as we sat on the runway, waiting for Custom's to open at 7:00 am. Nice to be home - but would have been better to be in my own bed resting peacefully instead of waiting for Custom's to allow us entrance into the United States.

That trip did end. We did get to rest. I don't remember how long, but I am sure it wasn't long enough!

Years later were doing a San Antonio turn. Very easy trip. Short, full loads and not a lot of time to think about much. We left Houston without incident. While turning the plane back to Houston, the passengers outside waiting to board were watching television screens flashing news casts about an L-10-11 that had just crashed in Dallas, killing most everyone on board. Initial speculation blamed wind shear. There was a decent size storm in Dallas that was now on its way to Houston - our destination!

It need not be said that most of the passengers boarding the flight were a bit anxious and feeling uncomfortable about flying into the eye of the storm that had just downed an L10-11 with most on board perishing. But the Captain reassured of our safety and we took off and began our short 30 minute flight to IAH.

Upon our initial decent we felt the plane go into a rocking pattern, not typical for landing. Nerves were fragile and the tension high. We knew we were crossing paths with a deadly storm. As most sat frozen in their seat the aircraft lost power and was now swaying madly. Flight Attendants are to remain calm in an effort to maintain control. Passengers started screaming and the Flight Attendant next to me joined in with vigor. My thoughts focused on the ridiculous high heels we were required to wear and the pantyhose that would burn into my legs if a slide evacuation become necessary. I was sitting right next to the door so I was certain I had an escape route readily available. Off went the shoes and the pantyhose… I was getting prepared. Just about the time I had gathered my thoughts and prepared for the worst, the pilot eased the plane down to the ground and reversed the engines. We slowly taxied to the gate and quietly deplaned passengers. We were safe.

After a few months of uneventful flying we were taking a flight to Detroit on a DC-9. The trip was quiet and most of the passengers were comfortably resting while we descended. A faint smell of smoke alerted the crew. About the time passengers had detected the smoke a rush of thick brown smoke filled the cabin. Shortly thereafter, we touched down, taxied to the gate and patiently waited for the smoke to dissipate. It did and after deplaning the passengers our pilots informed of that one of the engines had caught fire. It never fully ignited and was quickly denied oxygen, in essence putting it out before it really started!

After that, I never really had any more incidents as a crew member. Things were settling down and procedures put in place to maintain better care of the planes. Even though fares were low, airlines were learning how to operate profitably in a lean market. Our schedules were calming down and we were starting to realize the benefits of working for an airline. Time off and flight benefits make for a unique and comfortable job. Despite the calm, I still encountered a few mishaps as I flew on my own time.

I was returning from a visit with my family in Wyoming. I left the Rock Springs, Wyoming airport on a Convair, prop plane, as a passenger, but dressed in uniform because I had a flight as soon as I got back to Houston. Our first leg of the journey was from Rock Springs to Denver. The take off was uneventful and I was settling in as we passed through 10,000 feet and the “No Smoking” sign was turned off. I had a window seat over the wing and was casually looking out the window when I noticed that the prop quit turning. Several other passengers noticed the same thing and were looking to me to provide an answer. Obviously I was no help, I was not a crew member, but simply a passenger. I confirmed that I did not think that it was normal… big help I was!

Shortly after the prop quitting turning the captain informed us that we would be returning to Rock Springs. We safely landed, made a few changes and took off again, barely running late! It is amazing to me how many things can go wrong and still not truly cause a problem. That helped me feel safer as I continued flying.

Since Wyoming was considered home, I flew there often. Planes were small and winds high on the plateau where the airport was situated. One another trip from Rock Springs to Denver we boarded the plane and were cleared for take off when the wind grabbed the plane and drove us off runaway. I am not sure what really happened because the pilot came on the intercom and said there was a paperwork error we needed to go back to the terminal and fix. Hmmm…..

Although much of this sounds a bit scary, I think of how many “close calls” I have had driving and I still feel much safer in an aircraft!

Toward the end of my flight attendant career I was leaving Houston for a trip and when it was complete I planned on going straight to Wyoming for Christmas. Prior to my scheduled work flight I needed to put my 15 year old dog on the plane and send her to Wyoming so she would be there when I finished my trip. She did not do well flying so I gave her a mild sedative. I was standing in line, in uniform, with the other passenger checking baggage. While I was waiting I was holding her in my arms. She was passively resting in my arms when all of the sudden I felt something warm on my stomach. I looked down to realize that she had urinated all over my uniform. I felt very uncomfortable and the horrified stares of those waiting in line with me made me want to crawl in her kennel and hide! I continued to wait and put her on the plane and quickly took my luggage and went to the closest restroom where I was grateful I had an extra uniform to change in to. I found a plastic bag to store my soiled uniform in my luggage and was even more appreciative of the fact that none of the passengers waiting in line with me were on my flight!

Flying has truly proven to be an adventure for me, in more ways than I anticipated when I yearned to fly the friendly skies!

To keep life interesting, these were not your typical well behaved children. Flying was their life, and although we did it often, they were totally enthralled with the whole process each time and never bored of racing through the airport, climbing over seats and throwing up incessantly.

Tricks I learned to make it worthwhile:

1. Always come prepared with ample diapers, change of clothes and LOTS of things to do - kids NEVER sleep on the airplane. They also have sensitive stomachs so diapers and clothing changes become imperative. Don't dress them in the good clothes either!
2. Bring items to occupy them in case of delays
3. Strollers are great and can be “gate checked” so you can use them throughout the airport
4. If your child is suffering from ear trouble due to altitude changes, request from the Flight Attendant two paper cups with VERY HOT napkins inside and place over your child's ears to relieve the pressure
5. Upon arrival, especially with young children, we always bought breakfast and lunch food at a grocery store and stored in our hotel room as we opted for a room with a small kitchenette. If your travels don't involve flying, pack a cooler of food and don't waste time or money eating out. Children don't care and actually prefer to eat familiar foods that you have brought along.
6. Seek out children's museums. Most areas have one, they are relatively inexpensive and it is a great place for kids to experience “hands on” activities where they can explore and learn, quite often with educational opportunities native to the area visited.
7. Book far enough in advance to get discounted vacation rates and if funds permit - pay for a seat for your lap child. Two or three hours is a long time to hold a child.
8. Make sure the rental car location has car seats readily available and prepared for your arrival. If price is a concern, don't book the larger vehicles unless you have a long drive planned.
9. If you are going to amusement parks or popular locations, schedule off season. Prices are less expensive, lines are shorter and your children have more fun because they aren't “waiting” for all the fun!
10. Look for in state discounts. One of our best vacations was when we traveled to Jackson Hole, Wyoming by van. The package included a room for two days and one night, two meals and lift tickets for $99 per person. Our room was right by the door that led to the lift. The kids could come and go at their leisure. We had purchased children's' skis and boots at a local ski rental shop for $25 at the end of a season so rentals weren't an issue. They would ski for a bit, come in and warm up, grab a snack and go out again. It was a fun trip that we looked forward to often.

My children are grown now and moving out. As I become an empty nester I miss those days when we had so much family time. Strong bonds were forged and the children recall their experiences fondly as we reflect on times past.

The children have commented often that although money was always in short supply when they were growing up, they didn't remember feeling it because we always found opportunities to travel together and experience the joy of family.

Come for a visit, stay for the experience.

Experience the grandeur of vast mountain ranges and simplicity of endless waterfalls. Be intrigued with wild and marine life that can be viewed without binoculars. If after coming, all you want is to see it, stay a few days. But I am sure you will agree after being here, it's more than scenery. If you want to truly derive an experience that will alter your life -you need to stay.

Returning to My Home

After thirty years of being away from this remote wilderness it would seem that I was traveling to a strange place, one I had read about in books or watched on television travel shows. The only communication I had during those years with friends from my past experiences in Alaska were yearly updates on annual Christmas cards. Those certainly didn't communicate anything about a void that was missing in my life.

I grew up not really knowing any place as “home”. We moved a lot and I cherished every new place and the broadening horizons provided. But I could never lay claim to one location as a home. Home then simply was where my family was. The closest I came to having a home was a place that is rare and unique. I often times wondered if it was the atmosphere and the people or the captivating wildlife and scenery that made it a treasured place in my heart.

It was a place where friends abound, acceptance is the norm and beauty is a simple word. So simple that by expressing it verbally one cannot convey the warmth of community and majesty that exists.

I moved from my birthplace in Wyoming to Alaska when I was seven. I wasn't anxious to leave behind existing friends, cousins and grandparents I loved dearly. But somewhere inside I yearned for new things and the new experiences that were waiting. I had never flown on an airplane. But in 1969, most people hadn't. This adventure was only the beginning of a life that would change my perceptions forever. As I boarded the wide body plane I left behind a small pickup truck of family belongings that would be shipped at a later date. We left much behind both in a material and emotional sense.

At the airport my Aunt purchased Pez candy dispensers before we entered the plane and embarked on a 3000 mile journey far to the North. The flight did not seem long as it was broken up with a three hour stop over in Seattle. As a child we were in no hurry to get anywhere and loved anything that brought about another opportunity for fun. Three hours to stretch, run and explore an airport that had just finished construction of an underground subway train system. Another new adventure.

After our stop over in Seattle we boarded a flight to an unknown and virtually uncharted territory that had only recently gained statehood. Alaska. It was 1969. The oil boom hadn't really hit hard yet so life was still unsettled and to some uncivilized. Such conveniences as running water and indoor plumbing were not available to all residents yet. Wilderness buffs thrived on living in the “bush”, miles from any hint of civilization and often only accessible by plane, atv or snow machine.

We arrived late in the evening in September. The weather was a bit cooler than where we had left, but not uncomfortable. We were greeted by an eight foot encased brown bearing staring down at us with claws that put an NBA star's fingers to shame and much sharper and deadlier. The airport was small with only one airline serving the rural town of Kenai. The twenty or so passengers who accompanied our flight quickly grabbed their bags and went on their way. My father had moved to Kenai earlier in the summer. He was not there to meet us as he had some problems preparing the gas lines in the mobile home that would be our new house. This would be quite a change from the five bedroom home in a newly developed subdivision that we left behind. Here we sat, a bit apprehensive and certainly uncomfortable with a place so foreign to our previous lifestyle.

The flight this time was a bit different. Things were different than in 1969 and had changed some even since my Flight Attendant days in the 1980's. New technology gave digital flight numbers at the boarding gate. Also quite different from the time I spent as a Flight Attendant, the check in screens for standbys was conveniently displayed overhead with appropriate seat assignments. No waiting to hear your name called and rushing on the plane at the last minute.

This time though, it seemed to be the same diverse crowd that usually traveled to this still remote area; wilderness buffs, a few executives, kids, and those just seeking great fishing holes and an escape from the mundane routine of life. People waiting for the thrill of hours battling and reeling in fish that were often times larger than themselves and hunting game that any sports enthusiast would envy. Trophy animals are the norm and not the exception. Alaska is all about a life that is bigger than yourself. Even if you don't relish the thought of bagging these mighty animals you will want to observe them from your car along with endangered species and creatures that are rare and sometimes inhibited. Animals you probably won't see anywhere else. They are native to the North Country. The animals that inhabit this vast expanse are at home and not particularly bothered by the people who come to watch them. They can be quite shy. Don't disrupt their native habitats; they may not have the social graces to make you feel welcome!

This time my flight to Alaska was four hours long with no stop overs. Even with the modern advances in technology; television shows, computers and movies as opposed to foreign radio stations speaking a language most on the plane didn't understand, the time seemed to drag. There were no playing cards distributed and even the on board popular magazines seem to have gone by the wayside. When we were young we used to play cards (provided by the airline) and impose on the Flight Attendants to help distribute drinks and clean up trash, all just to make the time pass. Imagine paying for the privilege of picking up trash! But a seed was planted that would flourish into a full blown career as a Flight Attendant later in my life. Was it the job or the Alaska experience that fostered such a dream?

I was to returning to the dreamland of my youth; looking for an experience that few ever achieve. It's a world of its own. If you could put a price on memories, I'd be a millionaire. Seeking to return to my childhood I embarked on a journey back to events so profound it ingrained into my being moments that cannot be diminished with time. Is a matter of fact they expand with the passage of time. I am not sure the real experience can even touch what my mind has envisioned took place in my past.

I was coming home. Upon our arrival the first night we were surrounded with stores, hotels and airports that certainly did not resemble the 1969 experience. But there was an essence that was profoundly familiar. Something had not changed. I could feel it.

As a child I remembered sighting moose on a regular basis. Squirrels in the back yard would have been family pets had my pet poodle not chased them incessantly every morning on her trip outside. They would sit up in the trees and chirp down at her while mocking her efforts to climb the tree and capture them.

Hunting licenses were not for single animals but rather you purchased one license for moose, bear, dall sheep and unlimited fish. Fishing on the Kenai river was simple; you just went when you wanted and to your favorite hole. None of the land was privately owned and anyone looking for a morning of excitement was welcome, if you could endure the giant mosquitoes that vied for your hole.

Weekend trips around the peninsula provided more experiences in a small radius than most have in a whole state. The Kenai River was the Salmon capital of the area and Russian culture was present at every turn. Small Russian Orthodox churches were plentiful. Deciphering road signs that were engraved with the native language were fun to try and transcribe. Crabbing on the “Spit” down in Homer, only an hour's drive away, was only half the fun. The other half was riding home with live crabs stored in a large tub of water in the back of our station wagon.

Short cruises out of Seward and Whittier into bays that are filled with marine life and glaciers are a rich adventure. Monumental glaciers, calving into the bay are quite a site. It is Sea World in the wild with marine life and feathery friends that only inhabit these shores.

After spending the night in Anchorage we arose early and inadvertently took a tour of downtown Anchorage. We were seeking a homestyle breakfast complete with native Alaskan sourdough. None of the places we found were touting this specialty so we finally conceded and went to a restaurant with an Alaskan motif - Gwendies. After surveying the menu for sourdough pancakes and only finding one item unique to the state, reindeer sausage, we waited for the waitress to come and place our order. I inquired if they had sourdough, instead of regular pancakes and sure enough they did! Maybe it's just a “given” in this part of the world. Anywhere else would specify this gold panner's delight. Here it seems to be just understood that you can have it.

After winding our way out of the simple and small metropolis we finally were on our way to the Kenai Peninsula. Our tour was really just beginning. About 15 miles out of Anchorage on the opposite side of the scenic Turnigan Arm I spotted a few, what appeared to be patches of snow on the cliff lined highway. Upon closer examination we discovered they were lounging Dall Sheep. They were hard to see from that distance so we pulled out the binoculars and studied the still life. Whoa! Wait a minute, one moved. We watched it for a few more minutes and then moved down the road a few hundred more feet; yes - more of them. This time they were moving and climbing. They are graceful and strong and it is an awesome experience to watch them scale sheer cliffs with ease, totally oblivious to their audience. My excitement was on the rise as I watched more and more of these “patches of snow” come to life. There is something exhilarating about observing wildlife in their native habitat.

We continued down the road being ever alert for more distractions. After just about passing the turn off to a wildlife refuge for injured, abandoned or orphaned animals we made a squealing turn into the entrance, paid our fee and continued the photo/video journal of our animal adventures. Although very easy to spot, these animals mostly wanted to sleep. We saw moose, caribou, Siberian wild boar, porcupine, bald eagle, black and brown bear clubs, muskox, elk, Sitka black tailed deer, a coyote and caged in a dog kennel was small red fox. He had buried himself so deep he was difficult to see except for two small eyes peering through the straw. It was apparent he was not accustom to the human touch and didn't want to experience it.

It was nice to observe them but it didn't have the flair of witnessing them in their natural state. I was glad there is a place for them and didn't regret paying money to support their cause, but they were so docile and passive it would be hard to categorize them as “wild”. Later, as we went to the marine life museum in Seward and I discovered from my readings that studying injured or abandoned animals has a tremendous benefit on understanding their development and migratory patterns. That furthers the cause of saving an endangered species along with helping preserve their homes and their existence.

Across the highway we traveled down another side road to our daily destination. Portage glacier. As with all good things, there must be some disappointment. The glacier itself had receded much from what my childhood memories had recorded and information boards confirmed my memories. It had retreated back. It used to stretch clear down to Portage Lake. A lake choked with icebergs. They were small icebergs, but icebergs none the less and lots of them. Not to let a closed visitor center or a seasonal cruise that had not yet started, deter us from enjoying our stop we did see another ice field that in my mind dwarfed Portage. Maybe it was just because I didn't get to ride the boat up next to Portage glacier, but this ice field was far more magnificent. It draped the canyon walls and was a beautiful site. Pristine lakes, rivers and mountains surrounded us at every turn. Even our most disappointing site was a pleasure to behold.

I had returned to Alaska once- years ago- for a brief stint. Having been a Flight Attendant for several years I retired before my thirtieth birthday and wanted to use my airline travel benefits before they expired. I needed to go home. But with three small children who I needed to leave with family, and a short supply of money, I didn't feel I could be gone long so I looked up an old friend, called her and found I was still very welcome, even after 18 years. Then I caught a flight to Kenai.

On that particular trip I flew into Anchorage on a large jet designed to fly high, too high to see much of anything. Thus, I was anxious for the flight into Kenai. It was a smaller plane and flew much closer to the ground, but I was concerned that because of the time of day I would not be able to see much. I guess I didn't remember as much about Alaska as I would have liked. On June 21, 1992 the sun really doesn't set and although it was 10:00 pm, the view was perfect. What a treasure.

The feeling of returning home on my present trip becomes stronger and stronger. I feel like a salmon on their return journey home. Although not a native born Alaskan, I know my heart and the old adage that “home is where the heart is” proved true. My heart is here. Now that I am home, I don't want to go “Outside” again. The calm, peaceful feelings that the splendor of Alaska brings tugged at my heart strings. The pull is strong. Stay home. What is on the Outside? How could anything compare. Scenery may compare, but nothing touches the emotional state I am experiencing; content, peaceful, and calm.

This vast cold expanse that is large enough to encompass even the strongest and most powerful sentiments could also reach deep and touch you with its simplicity and serenity. Alaska is real, it's not a zoo or a dream. It is real life and one needs to experience it first hand to fully appreciate it. This trip and my last, I was a visitor. Before then we didn't visit Alaska, we lived it and had an experience no tourist can comprehend.

After leaving Portage we continued down a simple back road highway to Seward. Upon our arrival we found it to be a typical harbor town with a jam packed small boat harbor dwarfed by a commercial cruise liner, a princess of a ship. Along side it was an old, well used barge that shipped coal from the mines of Denali on the interior via railway and then transferred it on to a mile long conveyor belt to board the ship. This particular ship's destination we found out was Hong Kong. Alaska is truly a diverse place, serving a multitude of occupations, peoples and needs.

We found a small, clean motel in Seward. The staff was friendly and eager to point out all the places to eat and sites we could see. Alaskan's love to talk about Alaska and share the best of their uncharted world to Outsiders. One point of interest was a waterfall. It was hard to imagine there were more waterfalls after the hundreds we counted on our way from Anchorage. But there were, one's that emptied right into Resurrection Bay. One in particular that was high upon a mountain, only to be seen with binoculars. Alaska is a love affair of a lifetime that never ends, even if you leave.

The hotel staff also shared all the favorite eating spots and so we strolled down the wooden boardwalk and found a cozy little café. After eating tender fresh caught Halibut and Caribou burgers with a very mild wild flavor we retired for the night, anxious to take our long awaited harbor cruise the following day.

We arose early the next day so we could visit the Sea Life Museum in Seward before our real day began. It turned out to be one of the highlights of our day. Once again, witnessing marine life up close and personal can be captivating. You experience their precious faces and massive bodies in a way you just can't have in the wild, being a short time tourist. The museum was very hands on and full of educational opportunities for young and old alike. They had a petting zoo for those who wanted to touch sea anemones and star fish. You could go outside and watch Stellar Sea Lions and Harbor Seals when they surfaced or go downstairs and observe them through their glass enclosed tanks. They were really quite friendly and loved to show off for their guests.

Sea Otters are playful and fun. Lounging on their backs with babies or food on their bellies is an entertaining site. This was a miniature SeaWorld focused more on research than entertainment, but fun none the less.

Ah- we were now ready for the highlight of our visit. The harbor cruise aboard the Star of the Northwest; owned and operated by Major Marine Tours and operated by a friendly and most accommodating and knowledgeable staff.

Boarding began at 12:15 pm from the end of Pier E. The staff photographed us as we boarded the small vessel, well prepared with cameras, rain gear, coats, sea sickness medication and literature galore. What we weren't prepared for was the absolutely clear, beautiful skies, the calm waters of Resurrection Bay and the elegance of the mountain and coves that encompass the Kenai Fjords National Park.

We had come hungry being informed that there would be an all you can eat salmon and prime rib buffet. Thus our original thoughts were focused more on food than listening to the safety presentation. Being a bit apprehensive of the water I did give it some of my attention, just in case!

We exited the harbor and ventured into the fjord. A fjord I discovered is a passage that is carved by glaciers over thousands of years. These passages can then be filled with sea water which allows the marine life to migrate in, ever closer to shores. The snow capped mountains encased the bay and were magnificent as they reached upward inviting the eye to scan for wildlife on its banks and cliffs. Many bald eagles and their nests were spotted, even by the Junior Rangers aboard. One passenger was able to detect a black bear sunning on the side of the hill. Everyone raced to that side of the boat to watch it in hopes it would arise and forage for food. No luck with that one!

A short while later the Captain announced that he had spotted a sea otter just off the starboard side. By the time everyone arrived, it was gone. Patiently we waited to see if he would resurface and sure enough with a little bit of encouragement, he did. He entertained us all while swimming on his back for a few moments before returning to his responsibility of gathering food.

The captain also spotted a Stellar Sea Lion but few witnessed this event and we were reassured by the Tour Guide that we would see plenty up ahead thus we were content to let this one pass. Someone briefly noted the very swift passing of Dall porpoises. Far too quick for many to see.

It wasn't too long before our goal of viewing stellar sea lions was realized. Not one, not two, but too many too count!

It was getting time to serve lunch so tables were called numerically to ensure an orderly effort to distribute the food. True to their word, the food was more than one would expect on a small harbor cruise. Not being a fish lover, I gingerly tasted the first bite. It did not take more than that to convert me. The delicately spiced salmon melted at each bite. After that I might be willing to contend with the bears for their tasty meals. My love of prime rib was overshadowed that day by a fish! Fresh baked sourdough bread and a green salad with the chef's special recipe for dressing were an added delight to the meal. I ravenously devoured far more helpings than is typical for one who usually doesn't get their money's worth on “all you can eat” deals.

The Captain kept us in calm waters for the meal to minimize the potential for risk - in more ways than one. But now it was time to venture into the Gulf of Alaska. The waters were a bit rough, but a very capable crew kept us apprised of tips and tricks to enjoy our trip with minimal to no seasickness. We rounded the last stretch of mountains in Resurrection Bay while learning about and watching a variety of bird species from the Park Ranger.

We were all anxious to enter the deep waters of the Gulf in hopes of spotting a whale. Far in the distance someone announced they had seen a whale spray. Unsure if this was really the case, we moved closer and the Captain indicated he was communicating with a boat that was closer to the spotting and sure enough - it was confirmed. We were on our way to see a humpback whale. Spouting is a good sign, we found out, because it means they are close to the surface and coming up for air. Once you witness the popular splash of the tail, they are diving for food and chances are, they won't surface again for quite some time. Since we didn't see the tail splash we waited. The boat was turned off and we sat quietly in the water. Soon the Tour Guide announced that it had surfaced again at the 1 o'clock position. It provided the guests with ample photo opportunities before it decided to retreat for food.

By now most were ready to start our journey back to the dock. Before leaving the Gulf we enjoyed viewing the Harding Ice Field and Bear Glacier. We didn't take the boat in close at the Captain's request. Even from a distance it proved a sight worth slowing down to see.

After getting a valuable education on glaciers, their properties and the remnants left behind we rounded the corner and re-entered Resurrection Bay. Skimming close to the shore we were easily able to spot a few mountain goats, up close and personal. Another great photo opportunity!

The galley announced the call for dessert. This time those of us at the last tables were called first. What a treat. Being back in calm waters we could enjoy a variety of sweet treats without a thought of the consequences that might ensue.

A short time later we were once again docked in Seward and glad to have our feet on solid ground. A part of me was sad it was over. It left behind a taste for more and a desire to return. I wonder if you ever really get filled up with Alaska?

While on board the ship we were informed there was an active glacier nearby that might be calving. A few miles up the road from Seward was Exit glacier. We decided to drive by and check it out. The drive was nice and the glacier well worth viewing but we were tired and ready to get to our final destination of the day- Kenai.

To really enjoy your Alaskan experience - don't take the crash course that we did! Take time to smell the aromatic bouquet of wildflowers. The rewards of your trip will pay you dividends you can't soon forget.

That will be a return trip for another day later in the summertime. We are worn thin from our short adventure and ready to return to the lower 48. We quickly hopped down to the “Spit” in Homer before turning the SUV north to Anchorage. We had hoped to sample in large quantities some Alaskan King Crab, but they weren't serving it soon enough for my stomach's time table so we had the Mother's Day buffet complete with delicately designed desserts, almost too pretty to eat.

We stopped on the way off the “Spit” and purchased crab to be shipped home so others could enjoy it with us. This would provide a small taste of Alaska for those who couldn't come along.

While visiting a church in Kenai, the speakers shared two sentiments that sum up well all my Alaska experiences.

One - you don't come to Alaska because you like the taste of fish - you come to experience fishing! Come to Alaska to experience what you might not ever experience anywhere else.

And two - probably one of my most profound thoughts throughout this whole experience - the words to the hymn may change, but the theme remains the same. That's Alaska.