Just a little touch of my personal relationship with this state.
My first trip with three co-workers was in 1985 or 86. We flew into Fairbanks and arrived about midnight and it was March. The international ice carving competition had just ended. We were staying at a B & B and just finding it for these city slickers was an ordeal.
It was one of the best trips I ever took.
I described Alaska to others as one of the most beautiful places I had ever seen, so much so, it hurt my eyes to look at all this beauty. At that time I said I wanted to move here. My family was not in favor of this idea. I only half-heartedly pursued the idea at that time.
I visited several times after that and still felt the same.
A very bad copy of an old picture taken at the ice carving site. Look at that amazing reflection of the trees in the water.