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Delbert and Elaine, Anchors in Anchorage

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My hosts in Anchorage on Wednesday night, Delbert and Elaine Cedarburg.
Friends of my parents from a long time ago.  Delbert says he dated my Mom – maybe twice. Then he asked if I was married. When I told him “no,” he told me I was an old maid.  I think my Mom made a good choice in my Dad.  ðŸ˜‰

Seward, and Onward

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Wednesday’s view of the office from Seward….(Wifi has been limited, so I’m playing catch up!)

Mile 0 of the 1910 Seward-to-Nome Iditarod route.

Reindeer Omelet, Alaska Nellie’s Roadhouse, Seward, AK

The 1970s called – they want their sign back.
Classic yellow squares in downtown Seward across from the Brown and Hawkins Mercantile, which was also the first bank and telegraph outlet in 1918., now run by third-generation owners Iris and Hugh Darling.  “Just like sweetheart,” said Iris, making sure I had it spelled right.  (Iris Darling is also one of the local historians.)
Iris Darling showing me photos from the original Brown and Hawkins Bank and Mercantile.
“That man there always wore a three-piece suit,” she said. “They all were a sweaty mess, and he was still in that suit.”

Seward Home Away From Home

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Thanks to my hosts in Seward last night, Paul and Alice Stone, with the Church of Christ!
They welcomed me into their home, let me share in a hot bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup, and I got to witness the antics of their 14-month-old grandson.  A nice family atmosphere and solid sleep.  Ready to tackle Seward and make my way back to Anchorage and up to Fairbanks. 

In Memory of…

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I received another memorial to add to the Ride 2 Remember.  These memorials motivate and inspire me  as I’m biking across Alaska in honor of these loved ones.

I’ll be riding in honor of Stella Malcolm this week, in addition to the other family members I’ve had the privilege of representing during my road trip.

Memorials are placed at the top of this blog.  You may submit a memorial donation and picture using the information on the left sidebar.

Thanks for your support!  

Where’s Judy?

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Check out my travels on this map…click HERE!

The Salty Dawg

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HOMER, AK: A quaint drinking village with a fishing problem.  ðŸ™‚

Historical Landmark: Salty Dawg Saloon

The Amazing Race?

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It was like the Amazing Race today…
Pat and “Max” gave me a lift from Homer to Soldotna where we stopped at a bike store – Beemun’s Bike and Ski Brad and Brian tuned up my gears. 
Thanks, guys!
Afterwards, met Bruce, Bill and Bernadette coming out of Fred Meyer grocery store and they gave me a lift past Cooper Landing.
The best line today was during a rest stop at Moose Pass. A man from North Dakota asked me how far I’d been. I said Anchorage down to Homer and now I was headed back north. The teen says, “Anchorage to Homer? My dad won’t even do that – he says it’s too far to drive.”

Sunny, and pushing on to Seward – 38 miles

A total of 48 miles to Seward…what a day!

Anchor Point Artist’s Story of Faith

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ANCHOR POINT – I received a CliffsNotes version of the Mile Post before leaving on tour. There was only one point of interest in the column labeled Anchor Point and that was: Go to Anchor River Road to Artist Norman Lowell’s Art Studio seven miles before Homer.
Anchor River Road is a dirt road, straight up – as I’m finding are most roads in Alaska.
The gallery was well worth the hike.
First, because of Jeff who was returning from church with his family, who said Mr. Lowell was at the same service and agreed to tour me around the homestead while we waited.
 “This is one of the most amazing men you’ll ever meet,” said Jeff about Mr. Lowell. 
Jeff had a West Texas accent. He worked for KNLS International Broadcasting Station and in the past had been with radio Madascar. He talked mostly about Mr. Lowell.
“He homesteaded this more than 65 years ago,” he said as we toured Lowell’s original log cabin and his garden.
Jeff
Original Homestead Today
Original Log Cabin built in 1958

Norman and Libby Lowell Original Homestead
“He came up the ALCAN Highway (aka The MILEPOST), carried a stove on his back for miles and,  because many of the homesteaders lived off the land, he built a greenhouse with apple trees, squash, tomatoes, peach trees and a grape arbor,” he said, encouraging me to enter the greenhouse quickly so none of the bees would escape.
Returning to the gallery, we found Norman Lowell, 89, making his rounds – greeting visitors.
A humble man, Lowell was dressed in a white collared shirt with a heavy green sweater, and gray tennis shoes with a Velcro strap.
Lowell was there to work the crowd. He introduced himself and answered repetitive questions; which painting was his favorite, where did he get his training, who were his favorite painters.

The thing that set Lowell apart from other artists were his last 35 years, which had been a challenge primarily because Lowell battled glaucoma and was blind in his right eye.
Norman Lowell, Artist (Anchor Point, AK) from
‘I had all but 10 degrees of field of vision in my left eye, not considering the restriction of light and clarity,” he said.
“My eye doctor declared me legally blind.”
Using homesteader ingenuity and fortitude, Lowell designed a framework of lights around his easel to increase lighting seven times the amount he previously worked under.
“I found with extra lighting and by forming a new thought process I was able to paint,” he said, noting a strong resolve was also necessary.
“With God’s help and much prayer I was able to complete over 30 paintings, now framed and on exhibit.
 “The Woodcutter”
 Recent painting, January 2014 “Storing Up for the Winter”
Lowell has had some vision return following a recent surgery; however, he’s unsure whether he will be able to continue painting.
“I’m thankful for the ability to paint this past year. It was an inspiring time,” he said.
Asked how he managed to put into perspective his art and his faith considering he’s a painter losing his vision.

“I walk by faith and not by sight,” said Lowell. 

Log Cabin Hospitality

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Spent the night in a gorgeous log cabin in Homer, AK.
“Pat” adopted me while we were chatting at the Safeway.
I’m hitching a ride with her back to Soldatna as I make my way back to Anchorage.
This is the view from my window this morning.