Tuesday, April 26, 2016

 The romance isn't simply about books, it's about my love affair with a land. 

I fell in love with a place. I won't say state because if it were still a territory or belonged to Canada, I would still be here. It isn't only the mountains, the glaciers, and the rivers; it's the lifestyle. It's people who, to put it bluntly, are independent as a hog on ice. We all may be a little twisted out of shape, but no one cares. There is another saying up here in the frozen North, "we don't give a damn how they do it outside," meaning just because something is done a particular way in the Lower 48, don't expect us to conform.

Check this blog out. There are places to go, things to see and things to read when you need to curl up next to the stove and get warm. Yeah, yeah, I know I could move somewhere warmer. But if I did so I would lose all this. Nope, staying right here. The place hooked me fair and square. I love Alaska.  Cherime



Meet Award Winning, Best-Selling Author Cherime MacFarlane 
I came to Alaska kicking and screaming in 1976 and I never want to leave. I swore I would not live above the Alaska Range because it was too cold there and wound up in the Copper River Basin where it got just as cold as Fairbanks. A friend and I farm dressed a bear that came too close to her livestock and got shot by her twelve year old son. The bear bacon I smoked was great. I used a fish wheel to get in salmon for winter and packed the fish out a mile up the ridge and a mile down to the road. Once I had to lift and hold something far past my strength and almost passed out while doing it. I’ve cut cords of firewood for sale, and I’m still the best hand wood splitter I know. For over thirty years I hauled water in five gallon pails and pumped water from thirty gallon garbage cans into the house at below zero temperatures.
My second husband, a Scot from Glasgow, was the love of my life. When I write Scots dialect, I experienced hearing it from my in laws. When my husband got on the phone to Scotland after five seconds I could hardly understand a word. I was my second husband's chief mechanic's helper and roadie. My love and I erected the walls of a new room 16 feet in the air and if either of us slipped it would be a good long stay in the hospital or a short one in the morgue. My love and I were not apart over twenty-four hours for twenty-plus years. I wanted to be with him all the time. He was a man to run the river with and was my biggest fan.
We rode all over on a Harley and I sailed a small sailboat. When the rigging sings in the wind it is amazing. The beauty of Alaska is a draw I cannot resist. I love the people and the history. Alaska has captured me even though I came here under duress. Life plays some interesting tricks on one.
 I lost one husband to alcohol and another to disease. The second one was the love of my life and my best friend. I am Cherime MacFarlane and I am an Alaskan.


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