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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