The Unrepentant Individual

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January 27, 2008


Why Alaska?

Years ago, as I was well into the obsession of motorcycling, I read this long story about one man’s motorcycle trip from northern California through Alaska and some of the northern reaches of Canada. I fell in love with the adventure that Alaska represents. While the motorcycle obsession has grown somewhat dormant, the call of Alaska has only grown.

I find myself watching whatever I can get recorded on the DVR about Alaska. I watched a special this morning about a guy who was taking a driving tour up the Dalton highway to a tiny oil town on the Arctic Ocean called Deadhorse, AK. The town has barely a hotel, a place that makes a tent look appetizing. Yet I found myself thinking about just how much fun it would be to go there.

Part of me wants to make a trip– as the author of my linked story does– on a motorcycle. I’ve often suggested to my wife that when Wyatt is in college, I’m going to buy a couple of bikes to ride up there with him for a month or two. But part of me doesn’t want to wait. I was looking at airfare this evening for this summer: my 30th birthday. I’m again watching TV, “1,000 Places To See Before You Die”, and thinking that there are 1,000 places in Alaska I want to see before I pass on.

But something about me doesn’t understand the obsession. Why do I love Alaska, a place that I’ve never even been, and why do I find it calling me? It’s more than simply a desire to go see a new place; I’ve got several places I’d love to see. But Alaska is the only place I can think of that I feel drawn to. There’s something about a true “frontier” that just tugs at my heartstrings.

So, dear readers, I’m asking for your psychoanalysis for a moment. Do any of you harbor this desire? Do any of you understand what it means? We all have dreams for ourselves in life. I want to write a book, I want to open a brewery, and I want to raise a wonderful son who is capable of being happy and fulfilling all his own dreams. Those dreams seem rational and useful, the sort of things that make a person feel like they’ve accomplished something. Why, then, is a tremendous natural sight like Alaska calling me to do nothing more than experience its wonder?

Posted By: Brad Warbiany @ 10:50 pm || Permalink || Comments (1) || Trackback URL || Categories: Personal Life, Ponderings

1 Comment

  1. Well Brad, when I was a little girl, my dad was going thru the same thing as you are. He wanted to move to Alaska and we almost did…I did not have the same desire as he did and my mom didn’t either. I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to live there.

    You mentioned the words, “accomplished something”. Do you feel like you are not doing what you would really like to?

    All I can say is, my mom and dad always talked about traveling when my dad retired. They were going to see the world. Well, my mom died, at the age of 57, three years before dad’s retirement. They never got to see the world together. Dad started going on vacation with us and we made sure that he saw things. I know that he enjoyed going with us. If you want to go to Alaska, go….Start saving money now and plan your trip. Maybe, when Wyatt is 10, you can take your bike and put Wyatt on the back and take off for a few weeks. Don’t wait till it’s too late.

    Comment by Lucy Stern — January 30, 2008 @ 5:47 am

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