I Don’t Want to Leave.
It’s been THE best summer of my life, pretty good for twenty five, especially when five years ago I figured I’d reached the plateau with a summer spent in the Cascade mountains. Alaska…..where does one begin, it’s in my blood, I now LIVE for A to the K. The last month has once again been filled with varied stories of craziness, heinous adventure, and good times abound. Ranging from saving a fisherman’s life to rafting on the local rivers, blind drunk and at midnight, this state still fails to disappoint. Valdez continues to amazing, extremely precipitous, yet wonderful. Having not much time to play, at least in the extended sense of the word, I’ve worked a total of thirty-one consecutive days without a day off since August. In total since having moved here, I’ve seen the sun a total of nine times, have taken my shirt off for more than thirty seconds once, and have yet to wear shorts. Come to think of it, this is the first summer in my life I’ve yet to wear shorts. Still with a few adventures up my sleeve, my remaining days in Alaska will be spent backpacking through Denali and on a multi-day Talkeetna river trip. Going out with a bang, I’ll leave this semi-permanent Alaska post with a link to my on going photo album, letting that tell the story. Click here to open a new window to view my Picasa public Alaska album.
