
Time Has No Meaning Here
By Paul Wein
I just went outside of Montel’s house and saw mountains showered in a curtain of the most beautiful and intense deep blue sky I have ever seen. Here, it is one o’clock in the morning – but my computer screen reads 5:15am. I have been here for only two days so far – and when I showed Montel’s friend Will pictures of my house – I felt like I haven’t been there in weeks. I even buried my watch in the sands of Sandy Beach – because time has no meaning here.
Considering the fact that I have traveled so far that my life is four hours ahead of the one I am experiencing now – it’s fair to say that my schedule is a little thrown off. But to be honest – the day has been so long that this afternoon’s fishing excursion seems like yesterday – and it’s still not even tomorrow.
Besides the time factor – Alaska is so laid back – that I have not checked my e-mail since the moment I got here. There are times at work when I flip out if I don’t check my e-mail for hours. So the fact that I have gone two and a half days without going on line once is black and white evidence of how laid back it is here.
When I saw those pictures of my house on the screen as I showed them to Montel, Will and Melissa – I felt like I hadn’t stood in the rooms I was looking at for weeks – and I still have a whole week to spend here.
I think if I could define this trip in one way – it would be the fact that if I were at home right now, I would be getting up and getting ready for work – but instead – I am four thousand miles away from home sipping on an Alaskan Amber and staring at a mountain range wrapped in a deep blue cloak of moonlit sky.
And I still have a week here.