I miss Alaska.
We were there from 1999 to 2002. My baby girl was born there. I miss it and I find that I miss it more the longer we are gone.
When MacGyver first received orders to Alaska (it was his first duty station assignment) I was terrified to go. Everything I had ever heard about Alaska was intimidating, especially for a girl from Southern California. But our time there was awesome. Some of the best friends ever to grace our lives were met in Alaska. I learned to drive on black ice in Alaska. It was incredible.
Don't get me wrong - there were MANY days where the dark and the cold and the small-town mentality of Fairbanks was enough to make me want to run screaming from the state. But I had an incredible job and it was ALASKA! People go there for vacations and I LIVED there!
MacGyver loved it too. The flying was incredible - awe-inspiring and dynamic. The mission was a good one (though I suspect the mission has changed given the fact that the majority of our time there was before 9/11). The unit was a good one as well (God how we miss Major Young). He truly enjoyed flying there.
Alaska is definitely somewhere we both want to go back to. But we're both torn - the majority of his Army career has been spent OCONUS (outside the continental United States) and we long to be back on the mainland. But there is a BIG part of both of us that desperately misses the last great frontier.
I suppose it is a blessing to have lived in places that you miss as much as we miss both Alaska and Colorado.