by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from Alaska.
I have stood at the Alps and literally had to catch my breath. The sight of St. Basil’s magic spires as you walk up to Red Square leaves me speechless. And I can remember watchin’ the sun set on the Rhine and completely losin’ track of where I was. But Alaska…well, in Alaska I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that I find myself