When you miss Alaska so much, gravel mounds look like mountains

This is an installment of Cautionary Tales, an ongoing series about lessons learned the hard way in the Alaska outdoors.

HOUSTON, Texas — I haven't started hallucinating mountains yet. That's the good news.

Every year, I fly down to Texas to visit my family. It's an annual pilgrimage timed to coincide with Thanksgiving, my sister's birthday and my niece's birthday. I love seeing my family. I love remembering where I came from.

What I don't love: being away from home. And for me, home...

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