That’s right. Ice. And lots of it. One thing that’s unique to Western Alaska – it gets so cold that the sea freezes.
Now that the summer temperatures are here, and the ocean is pretty much back to what I saw when I first arrived to Nome, I can’t help but think that there is a connection between the seasons of nature and the seasons of life.
When I first arrived in Nome, the water was beautiful, clear, and calm.
Then later on, a storm raged (not unlike myself having big waves crash over me when learning how to broadcast and write news stories).
Then, the ocean began to become solid with ice, during a time when I began to feel some stability as a reporter.
During the winter, I could walk on water, and that’s just what I did during Iditarod – interviewing mushers, running the news department while Laureli was covering the race. All these things seemed impossible in the past. Yet, here I am.
Finally, after months of cold and frozen life, the world became warm and waters began to move. It was surreal. As I look back at my experience at KNOM, it has been just that.
The past hangs on as new possibilities arise.
Where do you see the ebbs and flows of your life?