Unhinged Alaska: it’s time to enjoy, not to be bored
The beauty of Alaska is a magnificent gem to behold. Her majesty is unsurpassed and a sacred home for many. Yet this treasure fades away from a mother’s unconditional love. Mine is long gone but I still feel her warmth, visualize her smile and hold her tenderly in my heart sharing the wonder we live in every day of our lives. May you all be so blessed on this Mother’s Day.
In a few weeks, the Memorial Day holiday will arrive and I’m already hearing growing concerns about whether the usual influx of tourists to the peninsula will be alleviated due to the surge in fuel costs tsunami.
The provocateurs of doom and gloom are in a meadow, full snivel mode fearing that the price of gasoline is so high that crowds may choose to relax in the camps in their backyards while having feasts via Ninja Foodi 5-in-1 with an electric cyclonic grill that comes with roasting, baking and dehydrating capabilities, plus a 4-quart air fryer and an additional option for a half-directional rotisserie.
Don’t bet on it.
We’re still a long way from gas stations that hire number runners to keep their sign prices up to date although, if some of the government policies become more free, things could change so quickly that we won’t be able to make a go- return to town without gasoline. pulling ten cents by the time we get home.
I don’t know why but I recently received several emails asking what steps I was going to take to save fuel and fight global warming. It was suggested that I could start by riding a bike instead of driving. Well I’m an avid fisherman / outdoorsman, so a bloated Schwinn just doesn’t cut when it comes to covering the distances I run or the gear capacity I need, plus it sucks really when it comes to towing a boat.
I sent my vet friend Turk the suggestion to ride a bike and he replied that he appreciates the promotion and will start doing it as soon as he installs new spark plugs in his Harley.
I’m sure most of the angst over those who prophesy that Alaska’s only travelers will do over the three-day weekend is hyperbolic.
Homer Spit campgrounds will fill up, and weather permitting, volcanoes will continue to sleep and underground fault lines won’t decide to bring back The Floss as a dancing option, visitors will have a blissful vacation.
Outdoor fun is no longer a wish but a reality nowadays and crowds need to maintain a sense of humor when inconveniences like the latest oil price spikes arise.
I remember a very exasperated octogenarian who I visited many years ago who complained endlessly and colorfully about how it took three thousand dollars in fuel to get his motorhome up here in the Lower 48 and, the way the fuel cost was skyrocketing, it would cost four thousand to get back down. I tried to comfort the blasphemy that made it grumpy and reassured him that it shouldn’t be too bad as everything would be downhill to get in. My uncle gave me a look that suggested I should be institutionalized and went to get his cane. We have never been close.
Hopefully the upcoming vacation will be crowned with sparkling chrome kings riding high tides in The Fishing Hole and charters filling their holds with fresh halibut and salmon. If nothing else, the peninsula will be a special place for Northerners who flee their sequestered COVID cages to enjoy the balmy Alaskan air in the open air and share open smiles instead of darkly nodding their heads at the sterile faces of passing masks.
Of course, the new freedoms found should not include ignoring the local mask and distancing requirements. There is no excuse for acting like a demented bat hammering boobs of Boones Farm apple wine while belittling those who try to inform them of the current restrictions.
It’s time to play, not to pout.
Nick can be reached at [email protected] if he’s not busy avoiding the spinning canes of anyone he’s annoyed. week.