Collin's new gig flying the Pilatus for AeroFlite has him rooted in Spokane, WA. We tried to figure out a way to both: stay here and work there, but it's been too hard. He's been gone since early May, only home for a couple of stints here and there. We made the hard decision to pull up the stakes in Fairbanks.
We half-heartedly listed the house; it went under contract in two days. We hoped it would't appraise; it did. We hoped the buyers couldn't get financed; they could. We half-hoped the engineer's report or septic inspection turned up something catastrophic to blow the deal; didn't happen.
So here it is, two years and two days after Luna and I arrived in Fairbanks, I've got boxes all over the house and I'm loading up. By the end of the week, I'll be headed southbound on the Al-Can, as far as Spokane. Hey, it's only 2200 miles, as opposed to the 3300 coming up from Colorado (below). Should be a piece of cake!
I will have a few more posts here, I'm sure. I don't imagine starting another in Spokane: "Life at Latitude 47" just doesn't have the same ring to it!