The Flight to Seattle. The plane was late, I missed seeing some friends...it happens.Mt. Rainier from the plane. One of these days, I'll see it from the base instead of the Summit.
Some of the landscape from the plane.
1:30PM Friday, July 18th…leave Alabama…travel roughly 3800 miles through 3 airports, 2 ghettoed up Delta planes, and one nice ride from Alaska air.
This is what hours and hours of air travel, delays, and airport food makes me look like. (Horror.)
Santa's house in North Pole AK...around 2:30 AM.
Giant drawings on the Santa Claus house wall.
12:30AM arrive in Fairbanks, Alaska…hungry, tired, slightly anxious, but completely excited.
Dave-O picked me up and we drove to North Pole where I grabbed the first hot food I saw…a "box of meat" from Safeway and hungrily ate it…it would later exact its revenge on me. Never eat a box of assorted animal parts at 1:30 in the morning…or ever…then we stopped by the Santa Claus house for a few goofy pictures. After that, it was off to the Brink's house, my weekend digs. There was no fanfare, no big meet and greet when I arrived, I simply walked through the front door, down the stairs and crashed on an open couch in the basement…where I could hear the breathing of maybe 3 or 4 other people. Dave-O had brought in my luggage and I drifted off to dreamland only a foot off the permafrost…yes, the basement was ridiculously cold, but you don't punch a gift horse in the neck and I was grateful to have a place to sleep.
One of the sled dogs at the cabin. He may look vicious, but he's actually quite gentle.
The blue tarp in the Sactuary at Salcha Baptist...when you don't have a roof...you've got to have something!
Hitchin' my way down the road in AK.