It was a cold, and windy winter day along the Alaska Highway when I decided to take a few shots around the old Summit Lake Lodge. I noticed some foot prints scattered underneath a thin layer of fresh snow, when out of nowhere, one of the doors flung open. Startled, I turned around to find a man wrapped in a blanket, equally as startled by my presence and rummaging around the building he was obviously hunkered down in. I quickly offered up a non-threatenng "Hi there". The man nodded and waved me over, before ducking back into the darkness of the door.
I hesitantly followed him in, but was super intrigued by what was obviously an unordinary situation.
I instantly starting bouncing a round of questions off of him, and he happily tossed answers back my way.
Everything from where he was from, how he got there, why he was living where he was, and how he makes ends meet to sustain life in a challenging place like the summit of the Alaska Highway. Ultimately, he told me that he had travelled through the area when he was a child, dreamed of returning, did so when he was older, and did what he needed to do to make it home.
Before leaving, I asked him if he was happy there. His response in broken english, "I am happy, sometimes it is hell, but mostly it is peaceful"
We talked for what seemed like thirty minutes or so before shaking hands and exchanging names. He told me his name was 'Wally' and he thanked me for stopping by, even though it may have been by accident. .. Wally has recently passed on. I had a feeling that someday someone would find him there while his spirit moved on. That seemed like his destiny, and he was fine with that. Through our round of questions, he did mention that he had family back in Poland and America, but that he did not hear from them in a long time.
Now, I wonder if those that were at one time closer to him, know about his passing? Whatever the case may be, I have never met someone with a story like this man, and am grateful that he opened his door to me. I was asked recently to share a bit of his story, in hopes that it may reach those that knew him back home. Heres hoping.
Free motorcycle purchase tip : ask the seller what he would change on the bike to improve it. Unless you're buying a high end custom bike there is always room for improvement. So if he answers there's nothing to do he's either not completely honest with you or doesn't have the best knowledge about motorcycles and you can try bargaining for a lower price ✌
In my case I always wanted more space. A luggage rack for spare tires, possibly a bicycle/surfboard holder and a place to put my drone pelicase so I don't always have to dig into the sidecar to get it out.
I found the metal in the Coldfoot camp metal trash pile - they're old tent poles. So this rack came 💯% free and recycled. I love how it was pre-bent, gives it quite a classy look, what do you think?
Beauty Pic Northwinds Photography @jen_barkved "The Alaska Highway or Alcan (as some call it) looking east towards the snow capped peaks in Stone Mountain Provincial Park. This time of year is the road less travelled, where your only roadblocks and traffic jams are the abundant wildlife along the way. ."
“everywhere I go I keep falling in love with the trees, and waiting to stay just a little bit longer.” •
Somewhere along the Alaska highway, I snapped this and came across it again this evening. I’ve been actively trying to go out of my way and make time for enjoyable little things, like taking photos and actually enjoying them. It’s the little things that make life, and I really enjoy going back to a time or place, when going through old photos. I’ve lost some of my most prized and treasured photos, so now I appreciate their importance in a different light. My one encouragement for everyone and anyone (more importantly myself lol) is to do more of what makes your soul happy, make more time for those things.