Short stories

The first section of our ride across Alaska (Seward to Anchorage) ended in the same way it started--a ride from Patrick. Our generous...

I had pictured our time in Seward—sunny days, skies filled with mountain peaks and sea birds, smells of ocean water and salmon cooking....

I landed in Anchorage late morning on July 5th. As I walked towards the baggage claim, I spotted a man with a thick white beard holding a...