Journey Alaska
Chapter One: The plane ride
It was dark, but you could see trickles of light in the sky. For the first time in 40 days, (I’m not sure how daylight in Alaska is…so if anyone knows can you please tell me?) the sun was going to rise and it would be day for the next 40 days.
The low hum of the propellored plane woke her up from her deep slumber. She looked around, wondering where she was, still half awake. Then her brain woke up and she remembered that she was on a plane headed for Las Vegas.
Lindsay looked out the window and looked at the Alaskan beauty. The snow covered the high, jagged mountains like a carpet. The forests covered the valleys in between the mountains, with an occasional stream or river cutting through the deep woods.
For this was the Alaskan wilderness, the last great frontier. It held a certain beauty, a frozen beauty, at which nothing could copy or clone with hi-tech machines and science. The sight still awed her even though she had been living there for the past month.
She broke her gaze from the frozen beauty outside the window and looked at the spotted beauty beside her. The small Dalmatian puppy always brought a smile to her face. The pilot [or captain] had wanted to put the poor puppy in one of those kennels [she called those mini jail cells] and put her in the cargo area “where she belongedâ€
Chapter One: The plane ride
It was dark, but you could see trickles of light in the sky. For the first time in 40 days, (I’m not sure how daylight in Alaska is…so if anyone knows can you please tell me?) the sun was going to rise and it would be day for the next 40 days.
The low hum of the propellored plane woke her up from her deep slumber. She looked around, wondering where she was, still half awake. Then her brain woke up and she remembered that she was on a plane headed for Las Vegas.
Lindsay looked out the window and looked at the Alaskan beauty. The snow covered the high, jagged mountains like a carpet. The forests covered the valleys in between the mountains, with an occasional stream or river cutting through the deep woods.
For this was the Alaskan wilderness, the last great frontier. It held a certain beauty, a frozen beauty, at which nothing could copy or clone with hi-tech machines and science. The sight still awed her even though she had been living there for the past month.
She broke her gaze from the frozen beauty outside the window and looked at the spotted beauty beside her. The small Dalmatian puppy always brought a smile to her face. The pilot [or captain] had wanted to put the poor puppy in one of those kennels [she called those mini jail cells] and put her in the cargo area “where she belongedâ€