I just love my Alaska shows and as if by some magic, as I write this, I’m getting bombarded by love on instagram from Alaskatribe, escape into the Last Frontier.
I especially love ATLF. I know it’s basically watching them heard cows across the edge of the bay and burning things every episode, but something about this show and these wholesome folks truly calms me down. I’m so heavy-hearted today and I just can’t quite put my finger on it. No amount of meds or aroma therapy will help this now.
Aside from being a wannabe homesteader and wilderness survivalist (which is hilariously so off base other than the fact that I know how to use essential oils & some herbs, build a fire from scratch, and crack open a cold one while obsessively watching Bear Grylls jump from helicopters and sink his teeth into raw fish), there is something very appealing about the simplicity of their lifestyle. It’s like this mental escape from this chaotic world and these brain bugs in my mind. I am at peace and at the same time, I learn a lot. I think I could actually dress a deer for real now if i had to. And I now know how to brew, can salmon, prep for winter months and move cabins across land.
I once binge watched this show about this group of young adults traversing through Alaska on their own as a challenge. It was their choice whether they gave in or not. I forget what they won at the end if they made it through. I watched it in two days and literally bawled when it was over because I wasn’t expecting it to end. I think I have issues. I am truly addicted to anything Alaska … or Treehouse.
When I got my first job out of college, for a vacation company specializing in trips to the Caribbean and Mexixo no less, I made a pact that I’d spend my first paycheck on a plane ticket to Alaska for the weekend instead of the tropics. Just a weekend – enough time to feel the wind on my face, see those mountains and breathe fresh air. I still have never been, although my family lived there when Anika was young. Instead I went to Atlantic City of all places and almost got snowed in. So, I kind of got my wish … not quite.
Come hell or high water, I will travel there and see those Northern Lights once and for all.
“Make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.”
― Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild