Muskrat is trapped in the taiga. His KC-135 Air Force tanker plane has broken down (twice). He hopes to get home in a couple days to revisit the blogosphere (and catch up on a ridiculously large amount of work, he’s sure).
The trip has been great so far. Have seen a black bear, porpoises, a humpback whale, killer whales, puffins, and other wildlife in the waters off Seward’s coastline or on the trails at Denali National Park. I’ve driven over 1000 miles and have camped out in the shadow of Mt McKinley. I’ve risked a $5000 fine to go past a rope to touch the Exit Glacier. I’ve stood at a urinal next to the man I thought I was traveling with and said “Nice dick!” only to realize by his angry profane response that it was, in fact, someone else in a navy blue shirt with unshaven cheeks (facial). I’ve learned how to drive fast over uneven terrain in a Ford Fusion. I’ve come to the realization that Cory Hart must have summered in Alaska, as I too now wear sunglasses at night. I’ve learned that the mountains are second only to the Iraqi desert for quality stargazing. I’ve rekindled my love for Trudie, my Garmin.
If Ice Cube were here, he’d agree that, “I gotta say it was a good day. Didn’t even have to leave the AK.”
I am curious as to which incident resulted in the fast driving over rough terrain – – the glacier touch, or the urinal glance. (Good thing I’m not dyslexic — that could have resulted in a glacier glance and a urinal touch, more serious offenses!!)
Glad you are still breathing. Look forward to your return.
Heh, Rickey digs the madness of your trip. Enjoy it buddy.
Code Red! Code Red!
Boy, it’s a good thing we know you’re gonna show us pictures when you get back, because you wouldn’t like it when I’m angry.
You are gonna show us pictures, right?
UPDATE:
Muskrat is still trapped. Plane #1 broke twice, and Plane #2 (sent to replace Plane #1) broke upon arrival. We are expecting attempt #4 to board and achieve lift-off in the a.m. Think good thoughts, people. Pretty Bride gets lonely after a week.
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do joe.
Called up the homies and Im askin yall
Which court, are yall playin basketball?
Our tax dollars at work.
Avat, it was both.