Andrea Corwin
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šWildlife š§āāļø šļøš·ļø 3rdĀ°š„ See nature through my eyes and photos.
Poetry, haiku, fiction, horror, life experiences. Written without A.I. Ā© Andrea O. Corwin
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Destination: Anchorage, Part 2
February, Yukon. Eddie, Mimi, and I continued north on the road, weaving through the Arctic snowscape. At Kluane Lake, I pulled beside a darkened Roadhouse, its porch covered in a foot of snow. A pitch-black night contrasted with the everlasting white ground. A waxing gibbous moonās light reflected off ice and snow.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Snowcat to the Rescue
Snow fell all night as the temperature dropped. Donāt ever think it doesnāt snow when it is really cold. The two-lane road ending at my house was not plowed, but I used the snow blower to keep the porch and door free of snow and ice. I couldnāt see out of the windows any longer or get the snow away from the house.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Haines Border Visit, Part 2
1998, Dalton Cache Border Station, Alaska, noon. Oneida finished counseling the maintenance workers on their benefits but wondered if she really needed to fly all this way to see them. The cold, dark winters of Alaska, with few hours of daylight, must give them lots of time to read regulations; they know as much as I do.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Haines Border Visit
It was the middle of January and twenty below zero at the destination. She had flown from Anchorage to Juneau, and now Oneida was waiting to fly on to Haines. The day was windy, and the small planes were tied down on the tarmac. The flight was delayed until the wind died down.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Badger and the Alaskan Bush Pilot
āMike, Cayenne Pepper is planning the drop at 1100 hours. Come back!ā āLetās go, Buddy, Mike is meeting us.ā Badger jumped up, panting; his tail wagged so hard, it stung Mikeās leg. Suited for the minus twenty-two temperature, he took off on the snowmobile with its supply sled attached. Badger loped along at his own pace under the bright blue sky, snow flying off his paws. He disappeared after a snowshoe bunny into the black spruce woods.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Blizzard Encounter
In a bitter 1968 blizzard, Sandi was driving her parentsā VW bus on an Illinois two-lane road. Snow was drifting into tall piles because of the sideways wind. She couldnāt see more than a car length in front of her but kept going, hoping her headlights would warn oncoming traffic. It was dangerous to continue in the blizzard, but she had to get to the destination and trusted her instincts and driving skills.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
