Chris Robinson, former lead singer of The Black Crowes — who I first saw perform in a high school gym in Alabama — and now with the Chris Robinson Brotherhood, talks about my two favorite states in an Alaskan newspaper.
The Anchorage Daily News has a nice story about a 78-year-old who climbed Denali, and the life lessons the reporter learned from this man and other elders.
A farmer plowing a field in Palmer, Alaska on May 20, 2015.
At 10:30 pm.
Every year about this time I have to fight the urge to move back to Alaska. If you ever happen to drive up there you might come across this “North to Alaska” sign.
One summer morning back when I lived in Talkeetna, Alaska, I had to leave my little cabin at 5am to be at the Toyota dealer in Anchorage by 7am so they could try to figure out why my RAV4 kept filling up with water every time it rained. Since it was summer, the sunlight at 5am was pretty much the same as it was at noon, which was always cool.
About twenty seconds after driving down the main road out of town — actually there’s only one road in and out of town, so it’s hardly worth referring to it as the “main road” — I came across a woman in a white dress walking on the lane divider stripes in the middle of the road, in the same direction I was driving.
I was reminded of that morning when I heard the song Chevy Van by Sammy Johns just now.
When training an adult polar bear, it’s important to let their cub eat on your leg. #protip
(I don’t remember the original source of this photo.)
A friendly black dog sleeping in the bar area of the Latitude 62, Talkeetna, Alaska.
This is the speed limit sign on the Dalton Highway in Alaska. If I remember right, this is the only speed limit sign you’ll see when headed north from Fairbanks heading towards Prudhoe Bay. (I started off driving about 50 mph, but then after realizing I was the only person on the road, I drove as fast as conditions allowed, typically around 90 mph.)
After watching Meet John Doe last night, today my neighbor’s dog was barking all afternoon. Thinking my neighbor might be like the neighbor in the movie, when he came outside I went outside also and yelled over to him, “Are you hard of hearing?”
He yells back, “What?,” so now I’m thinking I’m on the right track, which leads me to yell even louder, “Are you deaf?
Well, things didn’t quite go like they did in the movie.
~ Diary note from March 25, 2011, Palmer, Alaska
The last time I moved to Alaska I decided to only take what would fit in my RAV-4, so I measured the capacity of my car and then created a RAV-4 simulator in my living room.