alaska

Why are you here? (Talkeetna, Alaska)

When I first moved to Talkeetna, I sat down to sign the lease with my new landlord. The conversation went like this:

Her: So, why are you moving to Alaska ... hunter?

Me: No.

Fisherman?

No.

*pause*

Right-wing nut job?

No.

*pause*

You’re not here to write stories about the town for tv shows, like those Northern Exposure people, are you?

*she starts taking off her shirt, which I eventually realize is so that she can breast-feed her baby*

Um ... no.

Why are you here?

Came across a moose eating a tree

Diary entry from January, 18, 2011, Wasilla, Alaska: While on a walk this morning I came across a large moose. It was just standing there, eating a tree. I didn‘t bother it, and it didn‘t bother me.

You’re going to end up as a statistic

Flashback to driving to Alaska in March, 2010: “If you try to drive through Canada in the winter with those tires you’re going to end up as a statistic.”