Planet Alaska: The best day ever | Juneau Empire
“This is the best day ever,” Grandson Timothy exclaimed to me once after swimming in the ocean on a kingfisher blue day, then eating potato chips and drinking root beer in a tent pitched on our deck next to the sea. I understand that sentiment. I lean out the truck window as my dad and I drive past craggy and mossy bullpine at the Lungs-of-the-Island, inhaling the scent of a forest in full spring bloom. I can’t stop smiling. Maybe it’s because our island is sparkling with sunshine endorphins flickering off the ocean and bursting open dandelion faces. Wrangellites are ou...