Sarah Jane Humke

The life of a traveling, reading, writing, spining and knitting shepherdess.

Today we drove from Anchorage down to Homer and then on to Seward.  It was sort of rainy and windy most of the day.  We saw the water down there and took a few pictures.  It was a lot of driving and not a lot of stopping to tell you the truth.  Here are some …

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So, I cannot tell you hour by hour what I did today.  However, I will tell you that it was a cultural experience on par with visiting Morocco.  Ok, I just want to start off by saying that I officially have a crush on the village of Barrow and would love to try to live …

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6:30am  Awake.  I swear that mom is somehow hooked-up to some sort of satellite that the atomic clocks use so that she always wakes up at 6:30am no matter the time zone. 7:00am  Trying to pack my purse for the day with various large camera lenses and camera and lace knitting.  I know, what a …

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6:30am  Good Morning!  7:00am Family is up and ready to go to breakfast.     7:30am  Breakfast with our wonderful Swiss B&B hosts. 8:00am  Checked out the signpost forest across the road from the  gas station that we filled-up the car at. 8:15am On the road again still heading NW. 9:30am  Stop at a spot …

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8:00 am The sun is up in the sky over Central Minnesota.  We left this morning even earlier than planned as my parents woke up and subsequently awoke me as well.  Since we were all up at the absolutely ungodly hour of 2:55 we decided that it we had just as well get on the …

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Today was spent mostly preparing.  I drove to Waterloo as I decided last night that I am going to need my Glenmorangie if I am to make it through this trip A.) alive and B.) somewhat sane.  I went to the big Hy-Vee that is out by the mall (for those of you not from …

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Yesterday was my first time riding a train in the US other than in a major city.  I rode Amtrak from Chicago to Osceola, IA.  Compared to all of the trains that I have ridden in Europe, it was a lot bumpier and rockier.  I could only work on a dishcloth as the lace stole …

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