A journalist observes life in the far north.
Jade and I are basking in the glow of Alec’s accomplishment. Well, maybe me more than Jade. I told her about her dad summiting the world’s tallest mountain—his first peak!—and she just looked at me. My dad said to give her a few years and she’ll be bragging about it.
After Alec called last night, I found myself wishing I had thrown a party. The main reason I didn’t is on the off chance that he didn’t summit. I thought it would be awkward. Plus I had no time to put together a party. Still, it would have been nice to be with all of the people who love Alec and to have toasted him.
We’ll have to throw a party when he returns to Alaska in about two weeks.
I don’t quite know what to do with myself today. I kept my schedule cleared in case I would need to sit around worrying all day.
One of the best reactions to Al’s summit came from my good friend, a mathematician, who said on Facebook, “All Alaskans should be proud.”