Interesting story attached to me reading this book - I started it when I was about 10 years old. I have no idea why it caught my eye back then, back in Germany when I was in 4th or 5th grade - but I had picked it up and tried my best to read it. I’d have to say that back then, and even up to a few years ago, I read at a snail’s pace, yet with the amount that I’ve been reading in the last two years, I sped through this book like it was nothing - nonetheless, it was nice reattaching myself with a book that I hadn’t finished in over 15 years.
Bright Candles is a fictionalized account of the Danish Resistance - fictionalized not to add drama to a drab part of history but to keep names and stories safe - the stories of people who were still afraid of the Third Reich some 30 years after its fall (book was written in the late seventies). You don’t get much media representation of the WWII resistance fighters in the mainstream, and, to be honest, if you weren’t really looking for it, you could easily believe a historical account of WWII completely ignoring how much of a great help all the freedom fighters were and how they were integral in toppling the Third Reich. Although I knew there was some resistance to their dominance, I had no clue how much they actually did - from sabotage to Jewish refugee transport - if it wasn’t for them, many, many more people would have died. WWII as a topic is a relatively small passion of mine, especially after my time in Germany - after seeing the Maginot Line, a variety of Nazi fortifications and, of coarse, touring Dachau - especially at that young of age - it sticks with you. The book was an outstanding journey into the realm of resistance fighters - something we rarely hear about.
I’ve already started a new book - I’ve got virtually no prior knowledge of it short of what the soon-to-come movie has on its website - oh, and that there’s going to be video games based on it. Being so, I picked up what is apparently a children’s classic - The Golden Compass. We’ll see how well this pans.
As for this weekend - damn, was it ever busy - but also highly fun. Friday night was its usual mixture of gaming, movie watching and heartily laughing. Saturday was a wedding to go to - but Sunday was really fun:
My first “hike” of the season was this weekend - not really a hike but more of a scouting expedition for possible places to poke around with a camera this summer. Anyone that’s been anywhere with me during the summer knows that about half of the hikes are successful and half are into the middle of nowhere because we’re using 60-year-old maps that say there should be a old mine, town or dredge here or there and it no longer exists. This summer I’m getting a bit smarter - scouting ahead before the summer really starts.
For the last two years I’ve been wanting to go down into the Dome City area just north of Fairbanks by about 15 miles - or, for those that know the area a bit better - just past Hilltop Restaurant. Dome City is supposed to have a old gold dredge and a town surrounding it - and I’ve been trying to search for easy access to it for two years on and off. Sunday I found the road to it and almost got all the way down to it, were it not for a “No Trespassing” sign. I then went ahead and tried out another minesite - Newsboy Mine near Cleary Summit - and between the three of us - Deanna and Rebecca came along - we didn’t find much short of a old pully engine and a collapsed mine shaft. Our third attempt was to find old Eldorado Mine (not to be confused with the Eldorado tourist trap near Fox) - no dice once again - short of two mobile homes that hadn’t been lived in for about 10 years and were filled to the brim with what is expected in a mobile home. Our last jaunt out was to find Old Chatinika - going past the well-known dredge and down a road in an attempt to find what looked like on the map to be a sizable establishment. No dice once again.
But, oddly enough, talking to Rick the downtown photo guy on Monday, I find out that he knows quite a bit about the local mines and how to find them. Between a lawyer friend of his and himself, we came up with several courses of action to gain access to the mine sites in question - between talking with the Department of Natural Resources to find out who owns the land, to the fact that miners who have mineral rights have no surface rights to the land (meaning you can trespass and it’ll not actually be trespassing) to alternate routes down when gates become… a problem. Oh, and there are buildings out at Old Chatinika. Looks like I’ll be taking out my dad’s GPS unit this next weekend! I’m looking forward to this summer so much it hurts - here’s to hoping I have loads of hiking buddies to enjoy it with.