I grew up in Alaska. More specifically, North Pole, Alaska. No, not THE North Pole. Not the place on the top of the world where it’s only ice and ocean. Not there. No, I grew up in North Pole, Alaska, outside of Fairbanks, Alaska. Smack dab in the middle of the state, the middle of nowhere, it sometimes seemed.

When I got married, I soon left Alaska. Well, after a few years. And, as is so often the case with those of us born and raised Alaskans, I was soon to return. Personally, I was lobbying for Anchorage, but God had other plans, and He put me back in Fairbanks. This time, in Fairbanks itself.

Now, Fairbanks isn’t all bad. In fact, there are a lot of outdoor things to do, and, if you like that kind of thing, you can stay pretty busy exploring the state. If you hunt and fish, it’s world-renowned.

I’m not a winter sport kind of girl. Nor do I hunt and I don’t like seafood, so…my options seem limited. But I do like beautiful scenery, and I do like taking photos of beautiful scenes. So when we toured our house before buying it, the backyard view certainly spoke to me. I had never imagined buying a home with a view, but, here I am, in a home with a view some people would die for. I have Denali in my backyard. And she is Gorgeous.

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  1. Andrew Updegrove

    Many, many years ago I flew out of Fairbanks on the way back to the lower forty-eight on an 18 seat commuter plane. It was midnight – twilight – on a stunningly clear summer night. Those of us on the left side of the plane were permitted to see an otherwise unimagineable view of Denali in the orange glow of a reflected sunset. Besides the shear beauty of the scene, I was struck by how the ramparts of the mountain (not visible from ground level) extended for dozens of miles in either direction.

    It’s not often that you get the chance to view a mountain that would extend from one border to the other of many eastern states. It was magnificent.

    I envy you your view.

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