National Park & Preserve Alaska
July 14, 2013
This lady was indefatigable. She had the eyes of a fierce explorer—intense, ravenous for discovery. When she first saw me out on deck, she ran to me with a prepared list of questions: ‘What are the types of Murrelets, again?’, ‘How many kids do mountain goats usually have?’ And the questions kept coming all day: ‘Are Grizzlies and Coastal Brown Bears the same thing?’, ‘When did Sea Otters first return to this park?’, ‘How can glaciers be advancing with global warming?’, ‘What was the name of that wind that nearly blew us off of the bow of the boat when we were in front of the glacier?’.
What blew ME away, personally, wasn’t the type or number of questions. It was how intensely she listened to my answers and how each and every time she would frantically jot down notes in her travel journal.
Ah yes!—the travel journal. I always saw her with this palm-sized, leather-bound notebook with a miniature pen smashed into the middle. She never put it down. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that she clutched it tightly while waiting for glaciers to calve, while chatting with other passengers, even when standing in line for lunch. You can imagine the question that was burning in my mind when she sat down next to me at the dinner table—‘What is so special about this journal?’
Her answer was pure nonchalance. She was in the early stages of Alzheimer’s. No big deal. Please pass the dinner rolls. She wrote things down in her journal to help her remember things—her mind didn’t retain much if it wasn’t written down. She was not only beyond shock, grief or alarm, she also appeared completely undeterred by the disease—perhaps even propelled by it— in her pursuit of beauty, discovery, possibility.
So, it is with a strong salute to this remarkable lady that I write this blog entry. May we keep these amazing places. May we collectively work (and play!) to ensure we never forget the marvels they contain.
P.S. The answers (in brief) to her questions:
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