Places I Stopped

Begin again

by Jenna Schnuer on July 7, 2017

The plan was to live in Alaska for one year. It’s been four. (Most Alaskans will tell you that my story is nothing unusual. People come for a few months and stay for decades.) I had also figured on many (many) more posts out here. Things happened. Here’s a quick rundown since I posted on […]

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Not so quiet

by Jenna Schnuer on July 9, 2014

I disappeared into my AK life. (The plan was for one year. Now it’s going to be two. After that? No idea. Well, I have ideas but … making definite plans seems a ridiculously boring decision.) But Round-Trip America has been on my mind. So, to break the silence, A Sound Minute from my backyard.

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In Between Days

by Jenna Schnuer on January 12, 2014

The mid-December day felt unsettled, like a bad mood that comes on out of nowhere. Though the sun promised to spend just under five-and-a-half hours over Anchorage, the world had gone faded grey around sunrise, just after 10 that morning, and, now, at, sunset, it was all white snow against a wall of blue-grey. The […]

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Palmer Hay Flats State Game Refuge 2:24 p.m. AKST

by Jenna Schnuer on December 28, 2013

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Ben and Co. at The Franklin Institute

by Jenna Schnuer on September 22, 2013

 

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A Ferry Good Summer

by Jenna Schnuer on September 14, 2012

Within the first hour aboard the M/V Matanuska from Juneau to Wrangell, my fourth ferry of the summer and the second on the way back “Outside” after three months in Alaska, I saw a familiar face. “Weren’t you on the Kennicott in May? In the gift shop?” “Yeah, and I’m working in the gift shop […]

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In Place

by Jenna Schnuer on May 25, 2012

When you move from place to place every night or two, three at the most, there’s a chance you’ll start to feel untethered, like no place is home. Untethered is fine for a short time but it can become exhausting. I’ve lived untethered—though it wasn’t travel-related—and it’s not a state I enjoy. When planning this […]

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The Botanist and the Missing Map

by Jenna Schnuer on May 16, 2012

One knee on the pavement, one foot on the ground, the man leaned forward, flipping through papers in a blue cardboard boot box. The corners of the box top were frayed; it was clear he’d been in and out of the box a lot. He was a thin grey-haired professor type, dapper in an outdoorsy […]

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