There's a feeling I get every time I go back to my hometown. It's a familiarity and sense of belonging despite the fact that I've been gone for a long stretch of time. Six months, a year, sometimes more. Things change, but overall it's the same town I know and love. This is the feeling I had when we arrived in Roslyn.
There was a part of me that was afraid that I'd be disappointed when I finally got to experience "Cicely, Alaska" for myself. After years of growing up with this show, and many recent Cleveland winters spent hibernating under blankets re-watching it all, I thought perhaps I was building it up in my head. Maybe I'd see a few sights from the show, but it wouldn't feel the same. I was wrong. I loved every part of it. And while obviously the community of Cicely don't really exist, I got the feeling that it was very much the wonderful, eclectic small town that it portrayed on TV.
We spent an evening and part of the following day here. I thoroughly enjoyed eating at Village Pizza and The Roslyn Cafe, wandering the streets and stores, sitting in Chris in the Morning's chair at KBHR, and getting my fill of the history of Roslyn. I can't wait to return someday.
More pictures HERE.