ITC

Nope, for once those initials don't stand for Irish Trash Can. Not this time at least. This time they have a little more meaning than my favorite impending crazy night on the town drink. For my birthday I bought myself a year membership for the Iditarod Trail Committee. My membership card & badge came in this week and I'm ready for the snow to start falling.

Counting Stars

I wanna be scared, don't wanna know why

Wanna feel good, don't have to be right

The world makes all kinds of rules for love

I say you gotta let it do what it does

I don't want just another hug and a kiss goodnight

Catchin' up calls and a date sometimes

I love that we're rebels, and we still believe

We're the kind of crazy people wish that they could be, yeah

But I don't want "good" and I don't want "good enough"

I want "can't sleep, can't breathe without your love"

Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn't make sense to anybody else

Who cares if you're all I think about,

I've searched the world and I know now,

It ain't right if you ain't lost your mind

Yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy

Smiley Faces

Brian got back from his hunting trip sadly sans moose. Not sure of what the weather was planning on doing as the sun played hide and seek with the clouds, Brian & I pulled out our new GPS and set out to do some urban geocaching. As nerdy as this game is (yes, we're rather big nerds), geocaching is a phenomenal way to explore a city. There are so many of the 'little things' in life we walk by every day in the hustle and bustle of it all. 

So with our GPS in hand we set out across the city for several little smiley faces and one DNF.

Our adventures brought us not only all over downtown Anchorage, but to what is believed to be the worlds largest chocolate waterfall. I was never one for chocolate, but the smell in that place was amazing!

28th Anniversary of the Incident of 1986

Where, oh where, has the last year gone? It feels like just yesterday I was standing barefoot on the sharp, slimy rocks of Wild Goose Island humming 'Happy Birthday' to myself. Since then I've had someone incredibly special walk back into my life, fell in love, traveled to the 50th state (2 more down, only a handful of states left!), fulfilled some Bucket List travels/sights/adventures, traveled the country, married the most phenomenal man in an amazing wooded elopement ceremony, been adopted into a whole new family of amazing in-laws, said goodbye to Missoula, been stranded in another country, moved to Alaska!, said goodbye to Mi Baja, adopted a Bucket Cat, & SO MUCH MORE! I've laughed, I've cried, I've said goodbye to many amazing people but welcomed many new ones. I've experienced some of the happiest times of my life but was also challenged by some of my personal demons & was stared in the face by the meaning of my own journey in this world.

This year, to celebrate, Bosco & I headed to one of the peaks overlooking Anchorage to admire our new home. It's been one hell of a year and I can only imagine what the next one has in store.

Here's to another beautiful year. *cheers*

Holy Cow

I received an early birthday gift from the lovely Lydia in the mail this week. Normally I wait to open all cards/gifts until my actual birthday, but since the USPS had already opened it half way, I finished the job the day I got it.

Feeling so loved already.

Removing the Middle Man

Brian just got home from a fishing trip. Now our freezer is full of the freshest silver salmon a girl could ask for! Yum!

Hopefully he comes home with a moose next week after his hunting trip! *fingers crossed* I passed my hunters safety course in July and will hopefully get my chance to head out for some sort of large game sometime in September. Although if you know me, all that might happen is a lot of tears. Updates on that to follow as events unfold.

Middle Earth

     Once the rain finally decided to stop (have I mentioned before that it rains a LOT here in Anchorage?) Bosco & I headed to Kincaid Park for my first ride w/ the Novara, aka KittyHawk, on a single track. We saw a few moose on the trail and I managed to not throw myself off my bike so I'm calling that a win.

     Here's us enjoying our post ride drinks. I would have rather have had a cold brew, but Bosco forgot his ID.