Fresh off my return from living in Peru and just before diving back into college, I seized a fleeting opportunity to visit Anchorage, Alaska. My father, who was there for several months working on a natural gas rate case, had a hotel room for us and a car to drive around. Joined by my mother and two younger brothers, we immersed ourselves in Alaska’s rugged beauty. We wandered through Anchorage, navigated fjords leading to the frigid waters of a glacial lake, and observed native wildlife at a local zoo. The highlight, however, was casting lines into the icy depths of the Kenai Fjords National Park, where we reeled in halibut against a backdrop of towering coastal mountains and misty ocean horizons. The trip bridged two chapters of my life — a crisp, adventurous interlude between the streets of Lima and academia.
