Alaska,  it’s our last Frontier. Well, there are areas in Maine that claim to be frontier land. However, I have been to Maine. Admittedly, I have not been to the true frontier parts of Maine. Apparently, there are areas in Maine with signage noting they are the frontier. And by that, I believe they mean to warn us non-frontier people, that a moose or two might be found wandering about. Whatever they mean, I have only been to the non-frontier part of Maine. I must say, I never felt like we were far away when in Maine. Truly felt connected still to everything else. Perhaps even more connected than California. The three hour time difference on the western part of the US is enough to put a real psychological distance. For instance, there are many television shows that broadcast live in the East Coast to only be shown the taped footage out west. Its a true time warp feeling. When I first moved out west it took a while to adjust to it. But you never fully get used to it. Many business functions still go by east coast time. But there is not much one can do about this and you just try to enjoy the perks of California living, i.e. no snow to shovel. But I have much digressed.

At this point in my life I have lived in 17 cities. I have traveled to all continents except for Antarctica. I have been to all US states except for one. Alaska.

Alaska is my last frontier. I wanted to visit Alaska this summer so that I could meet one of my life’s goals of having been to all 50 states. And, I do not mean passing through an airport or the like. I have spent time and a night in each state. I would love to do it thus year. I’m itching to reach a significant milestone. My problem is when can I find the time to do so.

I have already been traveling non-stop, to and fro from New York and San Francisco and then San Francisco and Los Angeles. I’m tired. I am also going to South Africa this summer (part business and part vacation) have not prepared for that at all. Then I have my son’s birthday trip to San Diego. Then I have more business trips to Chicago and the like. How can a girl get north to Alaska with such a busy schedule?

I must, though. It is a life’s goal that is within reach. I cannot just assume that it will happen some day. Such passive dreaming is for the birds. Although, they fly quite purposely at times. Maybe it is time for a vision board where I visualize myself fighting off a moose knee deep in snow. I need not do a summer cruise. Although everyone says that is one cruise worth doing as it is just such a stunning landscape Why not fly in october and experience a completely different time of year than most Alaska tourists? I need not have everyone else’s journey. I just need my own. Yes, I can do this.