This essay was written the day after I drove the McCarthy Road for the first time. The images are from an assortment of trips on that road including the drive yesterday.      I start out going ten miles an hour down this dirt road that will lead me to

  Spring in Alaska is different from the lower 48. We can be well into May and still have patches of snow and ice.    I originally wanted to give the prompt Break Up because that is what I wanted to make a quilt about. I thought it might be