Life is a Jamboree

Just got back last week from a moose hunt. I purchased this 1975 motor home about a year ago and this was the first time I used it. Yeah I waited until there was snow on the roads and I had to drive over three mountain passes. I guess because I am writing this you know I made it back. We were hunting about 12 miles south of Delta Junction, Alaska. About 350 miles from home. Words can't truly do justice to the scenery along the way. Besides it's hard to take pictures when you can't pry your fingers off the steering wheel.

Sometimes mother nature just rocks. While I do enjoy hunting the harvesting part isn't why I do it. The adventure is what I live for. Every trip it's something new and in a few cases not many others have been. The trails where frozen and had about 2" of snow. Perfect. Temps were in the high twenties. Perfect. The wind was blowing about 40 mph. Not perfect. Two out of three not bad. This trip was unsuccessful, but the adventure was worth it.

I don't no how the miners did it. Here we are about 25 mile from the RV. All the trails were build by miner's. Long before there were ever ATV's. For me and many others ATV have opened the back country. And the nice thing for me is I live about 5 mile from Hatcher Pass and there is also miles and miles of mining trails. In Willow the back country is right my back door.

The Alaska life line. Along the way there are spots that you can see the Alaska pipeline. It amazes me that it's just there and not hidden or heavily guarded. This little baby has given me a check every year for the last 27. This year alone the check was $2069.00. Sweet. Of course $2066.00 will got to heating oil this winter, but what the heck I'm up three bucks. Life is good.

Until next time, Live your dreams,

Ed