At 93, pleasant memories glisten like snowflakes in my mother’s mind. Her paintings remind us of when she served up hot chocolate and mushing stories to parka-clad clients at our Mush A Dog Team theme park.
Twenty years later, it’s hard to believe it was us who lived this Alaska life–with 40 howling huskies, harnesses, sleds, buckets of fish scraps, and awe-struck, laughing tourists. Great Gram endured the below-zero mornings with her grandsons and helped outfit clients with boots and gloves. She sold hats in the gift shop and somehow found time to paint as well!
Mom is a Long Beach, California-girl who finds herself loved by her family in cold country, the Last Frontier. We mush this trail together.
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Cool Mom! I really enjoyed reading this and seeing your pictures. Blessings!
Mom did a lot of living up here in Alaska. It was a little cooler than California, but she wants to be where her family is.