On the highway to the valley that holds Anchorage, Palmer, Wasilla. Beautiful, rugged country.
30 thoughts on “Scenery Deathray gets to enjoy…”
Looks freaking cold to me.
Keeps the riff raff out.
Yes, it’s beautiful. Yes, it’s doggone cold.
Give me a sunset like the ones in Diego Garcia, though. MUCH warmer!!
It’s not cold. You don’t have to walk around outside naked during the winter.
We have cool things called wood stoves and whiskey, too.
Call that Home. Thanks Deathray, sez, ANGLICO class of 71’
Depends on definition of cold. We have a dry cold unlike “outside” (lower 48) has damp cold. Big difference but you folks outside keep thinking that way and we’ll enjoy our “cold”.
So you are in that area and get to see that often? Cool! Deathray keeps egging me to move up there, believe me, I have given it serious thought.
Gale, you have mentioned Anglico class of 71 in both your comments, what does that mean? High School graduation?
Air Naval Gunfire Liaison Company. Class of 71’ means my year of tour in da Nam. I was English speaking radio operator/forward observer with the ROK Marines mostly. The ROK’s /ARVN (Army Republic of Vietnam) needed us to speak with English speaking artillery guns/helocopters/naval gunfire and Air Force support. Lotsa Nam Vets will state class of whatever year they were in-country. (no hero here as ROK’s understood ,I die, they have lost their voice for all said support. Most Nam Vet’s just wanted to survive and see their loved ones again. I was lucky but almost 60K were not. Semper Fi, Uuurr—-Rrraaahh! I bellow unashamedly, mofo. Thanks for asking as we Nam Vet’s only wanted to hear a “Welcome Home “ which we didn’t get. Dare you to wish an old Nam Vet that and watch their eyes well up.
Welcome Home, Sir!
Much appreciated. Thanks.
Sorry for the way you men were all treated upon your return, shame on all who treated you so shabbily. It did my heart good at a Fourth of July parade some 20 odd years back when groups of Veterans marched down the street according to their points of service. When the Vietnam Veterans contingent came by, I swear that the cheering grew at least 5 times louder for the group and I saw some tears in their eyes. A heartfelt thanks to all who served and did so even though they would rather have been somewhere else but did their job well. Well done sir and welcome home!
Heartfelt thanks Hank. I go outta my way to approach Nam Vets wearing their hats and regalia. Always say “Welcome Home” and then ask where they served. Unfortunately I’ve met a couple that say “i was all over”. Generally most guys will mention area/city they were nearby. When I hear “all over” I give them the jaundice eye and go about my day. Lotsa phonies out there now wanting to reap accolades now. Go figure, we once were taunted and harassed, now we have our valor stolen and idjuts pretend to be one of us? Thanks for reading.
You are welcome here, it’s not enough but thank you.
Bear Claw. “Welcome Home, young man.” Nothing but respect. It was far from fun but we did our best knowing others depended on us doing “our job correctly.” My brain vividly visits daily. Wrote a missive “Stolen Valor and Unshakable Memories” on Cherries Writer, (not an advertisement) Took me over fifty years to finally get help with PTS through Vietnam Veterans of America. I became a hermit/ socially isolated on purpose and now I realize I missed out on life. I’m getting better, even though I’ve realized there is no getting rid of PTS/memories.
I’ve driven this road! When I was in the Coast Guard, stationed in Kodiak, I had to drive this road from Anchorage to the Coast Guard LORAN station at Tok Junction to fix the teletype machines there. BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY!!! One time I had to stop and wait for a HUGE herd of caribou to cross!
It’s said that once you’ve lived in Alaska, part of you never leaves… So true… Sooo true…
Those were some really tall towers at that station.
Why was that area chosen, do you know?
For Loran C to be effective close to the shore their transmitting antennas needed to be far inland so ships could navigate effectively with the time signals close to shore.
Mr. Deathray- did your leg heal ok?
Thanks for asking.
The leg has come back really well.
I’m still learning to deal with a replacement ankle and limited range of motion that it involves. It hasn’t been a year yet and the surgeon told me before he even started the process of putting me back together that it would take one to two years for me to reach maximum recovery. I’m back to being on my own and somewhat limited in my activities but it’s all good and I’m keeping positive about it.
Death, go down there to wasila and slap that bimbo
If I went there, I’d never be seen again.
Oh, you’d hear a BOOM every now and then when it’s time to stock up, but you’d never see me again.
That happens.
I just read a police report today that was about finding human remains a few years ago. They identified the person. He was dropped off in that location to go hunting and was never heard from again. That was in 1971. Report says that all they recovered was the skull, he was killed by a bear.
I guess he did not skin that one so he could get another’un
Damn, that makes me homesick. Hoping to move back before the collapse.
That is what Del Gue in Jeremiah Johnson called “The Marrow of the World” and By God, he was Right.
No he was talking about these here rockie mountains which do not make it that far north in Canada but still just as pretty. They were God’s finest sculpturins. I God I’ll be a mountain man or…..volume fades.
I don’t have a view like that out the front door of camp. However there are mountains(well hills compared to ones in the pic), lots of green woods and quiet. It’s 1800’s living. Nearest power line is 3/4 of a mile away. A hand pump for water from the 1800’s era well that provides some of the sweetest you’ve ever drunk and has only gone dry once in 50+years.
One of my brothers once asked me why I preferred camp to our other property near the coast. I replied “because it’s not this” pointing to the view.
I’m a way north of there, still on the road, though.
Me too.
I just like that view when I occasionally head towards the population.
Looks freaking cold to me.
Keeps the riff raff out.
Yes, it’s beautiful. Yes, it’s doggone cold.
Give me a sunset like the ones in Diego Garcia, though. MUCH warmer!!
It’s not cold. You don’t have to walk around outside naked during the winter.
We have cool things called wood stoves and whiskey, too.
Call that Home. Thanks Deathray, sez, ANGLICO class of 71’
Depends on definition of cold. We have a dry cold unlike “outside” (lower 48) has damp cold. Big difference but you folks outside keep thinking that way and we’ll enjoy our “cold”.
So you are in that area and get to see that often? Cool! Deathray keeps egging me to move up there, believe me, I have given it serious thought.
Gale, you have mentioned Anglico class of 71 in both your comments, what does that mean? High School graduation?
Air Naval Gunfire Liaison Company. Class of 71’ means my year of tour in da Nam. I was English speaking radio operator/forward observer with the ROK Marines mostly. The ROK’s /ARVN (Army Republic of Vietnam) needed us to speak with English speaking artillery guns/helocopters/naval gunfire and Air Force support. Lotsa Nam Vets will state class of whatever year they were in-country. (no hero here as ROK’s understood ,I die, they have lost their voice for all said support. Most Nam Vet’s just wanted to survive and see their loved ones again. I was lucky but almost 60K were not. Semper Fi, Uuurr—-Rrraaahh! I bellow unashamedly, mofo. Thanks for asking as we Nam Vet’s only wanted to hear a “Welcome Home “ which we didn’t get. Dare you to wish an old Nam Vet that and watch their eyes well up.
Welcome Home, Sir!
Much appreciated. Thanks.
Sorry for the way you men were all treated upon your return, shame on all who treated you so shabbily. It did my heart good at a Fourth of July parade some 20 odd years back when groups of Veterans marched down the street according to their points of service. When the Vietnam Veterans contingent came by, I swear that the cheering grew at least 5 times louder for the group and I saw some tears in their eyes. A heartfelt thanks to all who served and did so even though they would rather have been somewhere else but did their job well. Well done sir and welcome home!
Heartfelt thanks Hank. I go outta my way to approach Nam Vets wearing their hats and regalia. Always say “Welcome Home” and then ask where they served. Unfortunately I’ve met a couple that say “i was all over”. Generally most guys will mention area/city they were nearby. When I hear “all over” I give them the jaundice eye and go about my day. Lotsa phonies out there now wanting to reap accolades now. Go figure, we once were taunted and harassed, now we have our valor stolen and idjuts pretend to be one of us? Thanks for reading.
You are welcome here, it’s not enough but thank you.
Bear Claw. “Welcome Home, young man.” Nothing but respect. It was far from fun but we did our best knowing others depended on us doing “our job correctly.” My brain vividly visits daily. Wrote a missive “Stolen Valor and Unshakable Memories” on Cherries Writer, (not an advertisement) Took me over fifty years to finally get help with PTS through Vietnam Veterans of America. I became a hermit/ socially isolated on purpose and now I realize I missed out on life. I’m getting better, even though I’ve realized there is no getting rid of PTS/memories.
I’ve driven this road! When I was in the Coast Guard, stationed in Kodiak, I had to drive this road from Anchorage to the Coast Guard LORAN station at Tok Junction to fix the teletype machines there. BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY!!! One time I had to stop and wait for a HUGE herd of caribou to cross!
It’s said that once you’ve lived in Alaska, part of you never leaves… So true… Sooo true…
Those were some really tall towers at that station.
Why was that area chosen, do you know?
For Loran C to be effective close to the shore their transmitting antennas needed to be far inland so ships could navigate effectively with the time signals close to shore.
Mr. Deathray- did your leg heal ok?
Thanks for asking.
The leg has come back really well.
I’m still learning to deal with a replacement ankle and limited range of motion that it involves. It hasn’t been a year yet and the surgeon told me before he even started the process of putting me back together that it would take one to two years for me to reach maximum recovery. I’m back to being on my own and somewhat limited in my activities but it’s all good and I’m keeping positive about it.
Death, go down there to wasila and slap that bimbo
If I went there, I’d never be seen again.
Oh, you’d hear a BOOM every now and then when it’s time to stock up, but you’d never see me again.
That happens.
I just read a police report today that was about finding human remains a few years ago. They identified the person. He was dropped off in that location to go hunting and was never heard from again. That was in 1971. Report says that all they recovered was the skull, he was killed by a bear.
I guess he did not skin that one so he could get another’un
Damn, that makes me homesick. Hoping to move back before the collapse.
That is what Del Gue in Jeremiah Johnson called “The Marrow of the World” and By God, he was Right.
No he was talking about these here rockie mountains which do not make it that far north in Canada but still just as pretty. They were God’s finest sculpturins. I God I’ll be a mountain man or…..volume fades.
I don’t have a view like that out the front door of camp. However there are mountains(well hills compared to ones in the pic), lots of green woods and quiet. It’s 1800’s living. Nearest power line is 3/4 of a mile away. A hand pump for water from the 1800’s era well that provides some of the sweetest you’ve ever drunk and has only gone dry once in 50+years.
One of my brothers once asked me why I preferred camp to our other property near the coast. I replied “because it’s not this” pointing to the view.
I’m a way north of there, still on the road, though.
Me too.
I just like that view when I occasionally head towards the population.
Me too. there are many reasons I live here.