I just returned from my week-long Texas trip yesterday and the biggest thing I learned from my time there was this: Texas roads are terrible. Just absolute garbage. Texas is miles and miles of gravel shit. I'm honestly surprised people don't have to change their tires annually; it seemed that every single street I drove … Continue reading Where We’re Going… We Need New Roads.
As an insight to how disorganized my life is, I have been back from Alaska for a solid three weeks and haven't been able to finish writing about the five days I spent there before I'm turning around and heading out for another trip to Dallas. I'll finish writing about Alaska. Eventually. On the other … Continue reading Yee-haw
The rest of Friday was spent exploring shops downtown, eating lunch at the Powder House, venturing to one end of town for sight-seeing and then back for banquet organization and prep and a delicious fish dinner at Gary and Libby's. However, two specific things took prevalence to the day: Copper River Fleece, and a wild … Continue reading Copper River Fleece and Back to the Future
Alaska's time zone is four hours behind Virgina's time zone. By circadian logic, when my alarm went off at eight am in Alaska, it would be noon in Virginia, and I should have been more than ready to spring from my bed and embark on our Alaskan adventures of the day. However, I was not. … Continue reading Sea Lions and Otters and Deadliest Catch Boats – Oh My!
Smoke n' Guns went off without a hitch. The Cordova committee broke a record that evening in most Wall of Guns rounds played (a game where 100 raffle tickets are sold for $10 a piece, and when that number is capped, a winner is drawn who gets to choose a firearm from "the wall", which … Continue reading Smoke n’ Guns
"So... this is the airport," Megan stated, ushering to the one-room building we had just entered. After 49th State Brewing Company, Megan and I backtracked to the Anchorage airport, hopped on another Alaska Airlines plane, took a short 45-minute flight to Cordova, and unloaded on the tarmac before walking into the aforementioned one-room building that … Continue reading The Crossroads of Alaska
I get a high off of traveling. Growing up, my mom was a flight attendant. I spent plenty of days with absolutely no memory of my age but a distinct image of my mom and I riding across the airport trolley, unloading at the terminal, her punching in her employee code at the doors that … Continue reading Drug of Choice: Travel