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Fall colors

Mid-August brought a snap of cold that hasn’t quite let up. It isn’t cold, really, it’s more like that persistent fall chill that turns the colors of the leaves.

This evening I’m sitting on a ridge above McCarthy Creek, where it’s eight in the evening and the sun is setting. Only two months ago I could stay out all night and it would never grow dark. Things change so fast here in Alaska, which I suppose is what I love so much about the place.

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Writer. In the summers, I live and work in the incredible state of Alaska, in the bush community of McCarthy; I pass the winters in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California. I'm working on a memoir-based nonfiction book on the American Dream. I blog, quite frequently, and I also have a novel in process, set in Alaska.

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