Back in 2011, I lived in Palmer, Alaska. I drove about an hour down to Anchorage to visit a friend, then drove back to Palmer just after 1:30am. During the drive back I didn’t need my headlights on to see, but I kept them on so other cars could see me more easily. It was like driving during a very long “dawn” or “dusk” period.
I lived in Palmer, Alaska for too short a period of time, and on my daily walks I would often go past this statue of Balto in the downtown area. Someone was kind enough to put a hat on him to keep him warm.
What happens at the motor home stays at the motor home. (I don’t think I want to know what happens in the motor home.)
Sign in a store window, Palmer, Alaska.
(What I told myself during a lucid dream last night. I was flying, things got dark as I flew higher, so I thought “Open your eyes,” only to find myself staring at the bedroom ceiling while still dreaming.)
A little moose eating a tree, Wasilla, Alaska.
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.
January 5, 2011, Wasilla, Alaska: Our parking lot, a half-inch or more of ice, and black gravel they’ll sweep up and re-use come March or April.
From “Winter Solstice Day, 2011,” two moose working things out in Palmer, Alaska.
The crazy thing about moving so many times is that I just had to go outside to see what apartment number I live in, so I could order something from Amazon.
Five years ago I moved to Colorado and was living in two hotels, one on the south side of Denver and another on the north side, trying to decide where I wanted to live. On this day (October 11th) I moved into my first apartment in Broomfield, and made this post on Facebook:
“Day one in the new apartment, slept on the floor, and there’s nothing to eat. Planning skills are still questionable. But the fireplace is nice.”