Into The Wild
Departed Seattle with Alaska Airlines in the evening and made it to Anchorage Guest House on the outskirts of town at 1 in the am.
The Russian Taxi Driver of course had no clue where the place was but the trusty lonely planet map and my steely resolve showed me to the location in any case.
Inside, I met Andy.
Who is a nut.
Worse still, he's a nut who likes to think he can write music, solve the earth's environmental problems whilst making a handsome profit and drone on at length about the various ills the Republicans and Schwarznegger in particular, are responsible for.
In the States, I've learned to cut the politics.
Whether you're in Boulder City, Nevada, listening to some guy advocating a parachute-less jump for those convicted of 911 versus life incarceration, or you're being steamrolled by some guy in San Francisco about how big of an asshole Bush is, advancing an opinion either way is unlikely to get you peace, quiet or a cogent, let alone reasoned argument.
Whatever the thinker thinks, the prover proves.
And any criticism from someone who isn't American is generally interpreted as a slight upon the nation as a whole.
But back to the cold.
In fact, it wasn't that cold at all. Anchorage is just coming out of the Spring and the weather was on the whole pleasant, it stays bright until 11pm and doesn't stay dark for long but that's latitude and the earth's position relative to the sun for you.
The States (and Vegas particularly) combined with untimely car insurance and motor tax at home has rendered the credit card temporarily sickly. So, options had to be assessed, instead of the old car rental, I ended up saving about $250 bucks and rode the Park Connection bus up to Denali National Park, home of Mount McKinley.
Alaskan bus driver commentary.
Where would you be without it?
Sane.
Probably.
Dropped off at the Wilderness Access Center by Bill at 9 in the evening and without much clue how the connection to the Hostel was going to work out I struck out into the park.
Headed for the visitor's centre.
Burdened by heavypack.
But I was not alone.
There were moose, caribou, grizzly and black bear invisible and all around as I hiked deeper in.
Into The Wild.
The Russian Taxi Driver of course had no clue where the place was but the trusty lonely planet map and my steely resolve showed me to the location in any case.
Inside, I met Andy.
Who is a nut.
Worse still, he's a nut who likes to think he can write music, solve the earth's environmental problems whilst making a handsome profit and drone on at length about the various ills the Republicans and Schwarznegger in particular, are responsible for.
In the States, I've learned to cut the politics.
Whether you're in Boulder City, Nevada, listening to some guy advocating a parachute-less jump for those convicted of 911 versus life incarceration, or you're being steamrolled by some guy in San Francisco about how big of an asshole Bush is, advancing an opinion either way is unlikely to get you peace, quiet or a cogent, let alone reasoned argument.
Whatever the thinker thinks, the prover proves.
And any criticism from someone who isn't American is generally interpreted as a slight upon the nation as a whole.
But back to the cold.
In fact, it wasn't that cold at all. Anchorage is just coming out of the Spring and the weather was on the whole pleasant, it stays bright until 11pm and doesn't stay dark for long but that's latitude and the earth's position relative to the sun for you.
The States (and Vegas particularly) combined with untimely car insurance and motor tax at home has rendered the credit card temporarily sickly. So, options had to be assessed, instead of the old car rental, I ended up saving about $250 bucks and rode the Park Connection bus up to Denali National Park, home of Mount McKinley.
Alaskan bus driver commentary.
Where would you be without it?
Sane.
Probably.
Dropped off at the Wilderness Access Center by Bill at 9 in the evening and without much clue how the connection to the Hostel was going to work out I struck out into the park.
Headed for the visitor's centre.
Burdened by heavypack.
But I was not alone.
There were moose, caribou, grizzly and black bear invisible and all around as I hiked deeper in.
Into The Wild.
posted by Christophe at 12:49 a.m.
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