Where do I begin? I’ve been meaning to sit down and divulge all of this for days now. Where does the time go? It’s crazy to lose yourself in the days and escape in the sights of the mountain.
Just the other day the weather took a drastic turn. It was 72 degrees just two days prior. All in a haste clouds rolled in and swept up the mountain tops. What were once jagged and sharp peaks had been reduced to lolling hills. The only question or thought that came to my mind the entire day, “What’re they planning up there?” up top on those peaks. Zeus came to mind but only momentarily - there are other gods of ancient belief that existed here, excuse me exist here. Snow continued to fall throughout the day. Then the night turned over and within the next day the clouds lifted their vail and the audience was reminded; of just exactly where they were in their own personal lives.
A man keeps coming into the store I worked at the other day. He came up and started talking to me as I was working. I don’t even remember what we were talking about or what I told him about myself. It was fine until he reached out and grabbed my hair, stroked his fingers through it a few times. “Wow, so amazing,” he said with a gleam in his eye. He then began to invite me to do many things with him; hike, make soup - chili if I prefer - travel here, travel there, preferably Machu Picchu. Thankfully a crowd of four or five tourists came through the door. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” He promised to come back and give me all of his contact information so we could start planning together. The next day I worked at a different store. I didn’t think about it much until later in the evening that day when Alicia, a coworker, told me the man - I think his name is Greg - came back in. He came up to the counter she was working out asking where I was. “He said he had a present for you,” she said, “It’s chocolate bars. He told me not to tell you because ‘it was a surprise.’ He left when I told him you weren’t there and he said he’d come back.” It was kind of shocking and I do my best to laugh it off still. Something just doesn’t feel right.
One day passes and she’s at work in the same shop. I get a text message while I’m at my second job from Alicia, “he came back in again today. When I told him I didn’t know when you worked he got really angry and annoyed, demanding to know if you quit.”
Today, May 19th I told her to let me know if he comes in again. We may have a problem. I wish I was making this up. But this is just one of the occurrences I’ve had as a girl out here - just doing my own thing. I’ll spare you the rest of the stories for now.
Regardless… the land and the mountains will always outweigh any negative. I’ve only been to two places in my lifetime where I’ve thought to myself, “this wouldn’t be a bad place to end up for awhile..” and one of them is here in Healy, Alaska.
Just the other day the weather took a drastic turn. It was 72 degrees just two days prior. All in a haste clouds rolled in and swept up the mountain tops. What were once jagged and sharp peaks had been reduced to lolling hills. The only question or thought that came to my mind the entire day, “What’re they planning up there?” up top on those peaks. Zeus came to mind but only momentarily - there are other gods of ancient belief that existed here, excuse me exist here. Snow continued to fall throughout the day. Then the night turned over and within the next day the clouds lifted their vail and the audience was reminded; of just exactly where they were in their own personal lives.
A man keeps coming into the store I worked at the other day. He came up and started talking to me as I was working. I don’t even remember what we were talking about or what I told him about myself. It was fine until he reached out and grabbed my hair, stroked his fingers through it a few times. “Wow, so amazing,” he said with a gleam in his eye. He then began to invite me to do many things with him; hike, make soup - chili if I prefer - travel here, travel there, preferably Machu Picchu. Thankfully a crowd of four or five tourists came through the door. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” He promised to come back and give me all of his contact information so we could start planning together. The next day I worked at a different store. I didn’t think about it much until later in the evening that day when Alicia, a coworker, told me the man - I think his name is Greg - came back in. He came up to the counter she was working out asking where I was. “He said he had a present for you,” she said, “It’s chocolate bars. He told me not to tell you because ‘it was a surprise.’ He left when I told him you weren’t there and he said he’d come back.” It was kind of shocking and I do my best to laugh it off still. Something just doesn’t feel right.
One day passes and she’s at work in the same shop. I get a text message while I’m at my second job from Alicia, “he came back in again today. When I told him I didn’t know when you worked he got really angry and annoyed, demanding to know if you quit.”
Today, May 19th I told her to let me know if he comes in again. We may have a problem. I wish I was making this up. But this is just one of the occurrences I’ve had as a girl out here - just doing my own thing. I’ll spare you the rest of the stories for now.
Regardless… the land and the mountains will always outweigh any negative. I’ve only been to two places in my lifetime where I’ve thought to myself, “this wouldn’t be a bad place to end up for awhile..” and one of them is here in Healy, Alaska.
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