I never wanted to be anywhere but with him.
We were not apart more than 24 hours for 20 plus years. My second husband, the love of my life died as a result of disease. Life does play some interesting tricks on one. I have been captured by a place I came to under duress. The beauty of Alaska is a draw I cannot resist. I never thought I would love it so much I never want to leave. It hardly ever drops past -25 in South Central Alaska. Then my second husband and I moved to Wasilla to get warm. I experienced the building of the pipeline up close. I came to Alaska by way of Arizona and California. Retired now, I can devote my time to what I love. I've been writing stories since junior high. I hold the #80 press card as a reporter for the Copper Valley Views newspaper which ceased publication in the 1980s. I cut firewood on shares, worked as a cocktail waitress, then as a paralegal for over 26 years. I was my second husband's chief mechanic's helper and only roadie. I used a fish wheel to catch salmon coming up the Copper River. I have lived here for 37 years, I have survived -40 degrees, hauled water, made bear bacon and live in a cabin. Anything can happen on the Cassiar Highway, the shortcut from the Alcan to the Yellowhead Highway in Canada.Īlthough born in New Orleans, I am proud to call myself an Alaskan. But what to do about the ache he has been living with for two years?Ī long road trip from Alaska to Bellingham, Washington is necessary. Colin is in denial and will lose everything if he can’t get her sober. For two years Colin hides all from Maria Elena. Colin finds himself in love with his only friend’s wife. He brings her home to the business and his partner Colin. Paul finds a girl, just released from foster care. Paul, a little older brings Colin into his home.
The only thing that helps is going higher, further and faster. In the small community he grew up in everyone knew his situation and the boy turned increasingly inward. Growing up the only child of an alcoholic mother, Colin didn’t get much love.
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