I suppose an update is in order. I'm writing now from Eddie's Fireplace Inn in King Salmon, Alaska. All people and supplies have to be brought in by plane, which is why the turkey sandwich I'm eating costs fifteen dollars and a case of Rainier runs thirty. It's pretty quiet here right now, but once the salmon start running, the town will swell with fisherman and cannery workers. I'm here, however, to work in nearby Katmai National Park, another plane ride away. Although officially set aside to preserve the Valley of Ten Thousand Smokes, the site of a colossal volcanic explosion, the park's main draws are the fish and the bears that come to catch them. If you're not a fisherman and you've heard of the park, it might be because it's where Timothy "Grizzly Man" Treadwell and his girlfriend were killed and eaten in the fall of '03. For my mother's sake, I'd like to stress that bear-related injuries in the park are exceedingly rare and, in fact, the Treadwell incident was the first fatality in over twenty years. Moreover, we'll be carrying a portable electric fence to set up around camp when we're in the backcountry. I still have yet to see the park, as we've been in training here in King Salmon all week, but I will be flying out on Friday for boating class. More about the town and the park later, but in the meantime, enjoy these images from my stayover in Anchorage.
Showing posts with label cities. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cities. Show all posts
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
There and Back Again, Part One
Here I am on the far side of the world making friends with the locals.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Whatever Happened to Predictability?
In San Francisco, and look who else was there: T. Rex, finishing up her month-long bike ride from San Diego. What sounds good for lunch, T. Rex? Five pounds of Pho?
Sunday, May 23, 2010
From the Land of the Saints to the City of Sin
Hank and Eostre, this one's for you. Pick your own caption for this nudie bar on the outskirts of Vegas:
1) Inside, it's just like any other strip club, except with more shushing.
2) The sign used too say "GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS," but one of them got poached by the Liberace Museum.
3) For twenty extra dollars they'll take you in the back and show you their "special collections."
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Kansas City, MO
My hosts Caleb and Lexi are kind enough to take me to the national World War I memorial in Kansas City, MO (which I'm informed is the best of all possible Kansas Cities.)
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Don't Tell Me the Lights are Shining...
Monday, November 9, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Port Angeles, WA
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