I first drove this road in 1988 — with my parents, when I was 12.
124 miles. The New Seward Highway.
It winds down along Turnagain Arm. The mountains rise precipitously from the edge of the asphalt. The vistas are deep and unbroken — with planes of water unfolding for miles from any given point.
I also feel like this might be the last time I drive this highway. My parents are getting older, and they don’t plan on coming up here next summer. So — without their presence — I don’t know that I will return.
Of course, I have been having this strange dream of wanting to backpack/bike around the world — a trip that would include Alaska. So there is a chance I’ll be back.
But, most importantly — how can I be blue when it’s Couture Week in Paris?