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.
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.
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.
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.”
Back on Pi Day in 2011, I was living in Palmer, Alaska, and had no plans on returning to the “Lower 48,” no plans to write the Scala Cookbook, etc. (And then some personal stuff happened in my family, and I thought it would be best to move to Colorado for a while.) I took this photo of a local baseball field and the mountains in Palmer while I was walking around that day.
(If you’re interested in what I was thinking then, this is a photo of the building that I thought would become my office in downtown Palmer.)