Flying Out
Some shots on the way out.
No Access
So we landed in this small valley. There are no roads, no trails, no access except by plane (and a plane that can land in about 200 feet) and snowmobiles in the winter. I thought you might like a view of someplace very few people have ever been.
Home from the Hospital
Malachi James Moen is home. Now it’s a matter praying that God will remove and restore any damage he had during delivery. Here he is:
Up, up and North
I am in Anchorage for a conference. The facilitators arranged for me to have some “air” time. Here’s my ride, and some of the photos of this great country.
The Ends of Regrets
Hopefully the sun is setting on all those past ghosts and what’s left is a beautiful finish. Topical Index: regrets
