A cozy, winter weekend

When people talk about fresh air, we don't often think of varying degrees of freshness. It's usually like, you're outside-- hey, it's fresh out here! But I have to say, once you've been to Girdwood, Alaska, you realize all of the fresh air you've ever known just hasn't been that great. Girdwood air is magical. It smells vaguely of spruce and some other magical Mother Nature ingredients I can't decipher. If you don't believe me, ask anyone who visits Girdwood... they'll say the same thing.

I was in need of some Mother Nature and Girdwood air this weekend. Luckily for me, my parents just happen to live there. Mom and I spent hours walking in Moose Meadows, gulping in the freshness and chasing Ruger, the dog. The only thing that could tear me away from the great outdoors for any amount of time is the coziness of my parents' place.

With a view like this and a bed washed in sunlight, how could you blame me?

I took photos of the place for my parents since they are beginning to rent an apartment attached to the house. It's the gorgeous apartment they graciously let me live in when I returned penniless and confused after college. It was such a great place to live and get on my feet, and now they're sharing it with other people, who will most likely become fresh-air fanatics too.