I would add - and this is just me personally - that for a lot of my life I struggled between soaking up anything I could find about Alaska and avoiding such stuff because the prospect of going seemed so very impossible. When you have five dollars and change to cover food for the next ten days for your two kids... well, Africa did not seem very attainable at that point in life. But life can change.
Now? I have been. It feels so wonderful. It was far better than I ever could have hoped, and it is a part of my conscious thought every day. Now, I see some of the regulars on here that go every year, or sometimes multiple times a year. Am I jealous? You betcha. It gives me something to think about, that maybe life could change again, and even if I can't go that often, well, maybe I have several trips left in my life that will still happen. I hope so.
As the phrase goes, your mileage may vary. Maybe once will be enough. I want to go again, and as often as I can, for as long as I am able to hunt.
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