Posts in the “alaska” category

Another cross-country move, another bean bag chair left with Goodwill.

~ September 1, 2011

My disability fraud neighbor finally got a job. I'd like to think it had something to do with my motivational speaking, but I think what really happened was that he needed some money to go on a date.

~ a note from Wasilla, Alaska, August 31, 2010

Here’s a little view of a road in the mountains of Hatcher Pass, Alaska.

It's a little disconcerting to walk up to the car repair shop and see some dude driving down the road in my car, window down, sipping a 32-ounce drink from a straw, and generally looking comfortable. They really took my “drive it as much as you need to” comment seriously.

~ Wasilla, Alaska, August 30, 2010

CNBC has a good YouTube story about why Tim Horton’s struggles in the United States (despite great success in Canada).

An “Alaska Stud Muffin” coffee mug. Back in the day I bought fine coffee mugs like these for friends and family.

I took this photo one day while driving back from the grocery store. When I lived in Talkeetna, Alaska, I would go to the grocery store in Wasilla, then take the back roads of Hatcher Pass to get back to Talkeetna, typically eating lunch at Summit Lake in the mountains. This is part of the dirt road I drove on.

The green water of Summit Lake, at the top of Hatcher Pass.

If you ever drive south out of Anchorage, Alaska to destinations like Seward and Homer, this is what you'll see as you exit Anchorage, due south.

Alaska travel tip: When the choice is a hot dog or reindeer sausage, go with the hot dog.

Nagley’s Store, in beautiful downtown Talkeetna, Alaska.

The infamous Squirrel, from the cabin in Talkeetna, Alaska. See AlaskaSquirrel.com for more information.

Thanks to global warming, glaciers are disappearing and Alaska is burning.

(Follow David Hulen’s Twitter account for updates about Alaska.)

Here’s a link to the Denali National Park sled dog puppy cam.

When I first moved to Alaska I had a chance to forget who I was and become who I wanted to be. Nobody knew me, so I didn’t have any baggage, such as being a guy who used to own a small business in Kentucky.

I didn’t think about it much beforehand, but in retrospect I think I wanted to be like Chris Stevens — at least the philosophical part — but as it turned out, sometimes I was Ed, sometimes I was Dr. Fleishman, and many times I was Holling. These days, with hives all over my legs due to an allergic reaction, I feel more like Mike.

With the fireweed blooming in Alaska, summer will soon be yielding to fall and winter.

August 4, 2011: 46 degrees, 20 mph wind, and a sled dog just ran down the middle of the street.

~ a note from living in Palmer, Alaska

Flowers and a grassy roof at the Visitor’s Center, Anchorage, Alaska.

A snowy mountain peak, Palmer, Alaska. Took this picture on a bike ride in the spring of 2011.

Canadian street gangs will mess you up.