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I own a car, but I still walk to work.

Hello again!

The final countdown has begun until we drive out of Alaska onto our new adventure. I coached at UAF for the last time this morning. It was surreal.

One thing I am going to miss about my town is the continual winter wonderland. I'm also going to miss the short winter days, although I know that sounds surprising. There is just something magical about it.

It has been very important for me to get out every day during lunch time to get some sun, even if the sun isn't directly overhead. I've heard a study that explained how a rainy day in Seattle provides far more lumens--the amount of visible light given off by an object--than a bright TV studio.  Wow! So, I use this as a reason for me to get out in the winter, no matter how cold it may be. In order to accomplish this, I have chosen to walk to the rink instead of drive. I've counted myself lucky that it has been a warm winter so far, staying above 0° F most days, so all it takes is some proper bundling up and I stay warm enough to enjoy the outdoors.

9:35 AM walk to the rink.
Sunrise: 10:48 AM
The walk is about 2.5 miles one way, so I get a nice 5 mile walk in my day, while also saving gas, a parking fee, and getting my outdoor therapy. I think it's a win-win situation!

I completed my last walk to the rink this week, but lucky for me, walks are free and universal. I am sure I will be taking advantage of my two strong legs once we arrive in our new city and discover new paths that I love.

1:15 PM walk home from the rink
Sunset: 2:42 PM


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  1. I love this! This is family history material :). Thank you for taking and posting these pictures !!!

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    1. You think so? I am so glad :) Thank you for your sweetness, mom! I love you!

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