Our very own Fort Yukon Eagles are headed to Anchorage to compete in the Alaska state high school basketball championships. We fly to Fairbanks, then drive south to Anchorage on Alaska Highway 3, a taproot of civilization winding through hundreds of miles of majestic mountains and valleys. It is my first time to see so much of the interior of our state. My impressions along Highway 3?
Great beauty. Unending beauty. Practically nothing flat (what a treat)! A sinuous, thread of civilization clinging to a taproot. No cities, less than half dozen small villages. Strung between these, like Christmas tree lights, are occasional vacation homes and scenic pullovers and signage advertising this or that adventure for the tourists on their annual migration. Comfort, community, civilization.
Highway 3 will not let you forget that you are bound to a larger world community. Still, it’s just a taproot. Good for moving people north and south, but unable to weave the threads of civilization into garments that could hide wild Alaska forever. I’m glad for that. A few miles off the root and you are on your own.
And today Highway 3 carries thirteen basketball players, two coaches and a driver from nowhere to the state championships in basketball, and the opportunity to compete for recognition in that larger world community. Go Eagles!