I wondered to myself, “Just how many places are there in the world where you can be more than 1,000 miles from the nearest Honda dealer? Antarctica? Siberia? The middle of the Sahara? The Amazon Jungle?”
An end to my Alaska adventures. I really enjoyed my time here, but feel like I need to apologize to the state.
Was the picture worth it?
I had to ask myself this question as I lay on the rocky terrain with Annie’s weight pinning my right foot to the ground. In the quest to record the view that perfectly sums up Alaska, I may have gone one hill too far.
I know that title sounds ominous. But don’t worry, Mom, I’m still planning on coming home.
I’m guessing that Ron’s full name is probably Ronald, but it is hard for me imagine him with more than a one syllable name.
Suddenly, I’m in Fairbanks, Alaska. I’m in an unfamiliar room surrounded by unfamiliar people. I’m eating some tasty chowder, talking about Acts chapter 2 and hoping that my wet socks are not stinking up the room. Wait…..How did I get here?
I like to think of my brain as a computer. Not because it is an efficient, well engineered machine; but because it takes a long time to boot up in the morning and is prone to “insufficient storage” errors. The following experiences along the Alaska Highway have thoroughly taxed all of my system resources.