by Leslie Jones
My DH and I just returned from a once-in-a-lifetime cruise to Alaska, which was fabulous in every aspect. We started our vacation by flying into Anchorage, because I wanted to show DH where I grew up. Civilization had taken over my wilderness, of course, but I recognized enough landmarks to show him where my house used to sit; where I played for hours at Campbell Lake’s fish ladder; the shoreline of the glacier-fed lake where I used to swim among the choking seaweed, emerging covered in leeches. Yes, I was very young. And yeah, it grosses me out, too.
As I stood at the lake, the tiny empty spaces inside me filled again, memories of the sweet heady scent of fireweed, the bawl of a moose in heat, the sight of delicate deer prints and bunny trails through new-fallen snow suffusing me. I was home. The vast pine forests, the fireweed fields, the Alaskan wildlife had all given way to houses, houses, houses. It didn’t matter. In my mind, I became that child again. My cells approved. My soul approved. In that instant, I became whole.
Don’t get me wrong – I wouldn’t want to live there again as an adult. Snow, cold, and the muddy slush of break-up in the spring have far less appeal to me now. Arizona is my home. In a way, though, I’ve come full circle, the child I was catching up to the woman I am now.
Please enjoy these photos I took while on the cruise.
Leslie Jones is an award-winning and RITA® nominated author who writes military romantic suspense because she loves alpha heroes and strong heroines. She is truly grateful to the men and women of our Armed Forces for their dedication and sacrifice. She draws on her 11 years of Army service as she writes. Her books can be found at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and HarperCollins Publishers.