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.”