Here’s a photo of three ravens surrounding a car in the snow in Wasilla, Alaska, on December 7, 2010. As I’ve written before, in many places they don’t plow the snow too hard in Alaska.
This is a series of Facebook posts from an adventurous day in Alaska, December 31, 2010:
1) Hmm, more bad weather today. Adding “tire chains” to the grocery list, and I’m out the door. Driving to Seward to celebrate the new year!
2) Famous Alaska saying: “There’s old pilots, and there’s bold pilots, but there ain’t no old and bold pilots.” Meaning I’m stopping in Anchorage tonight. (More soon.)
3) So ... I was trying to get to Seward tonight, but got stuck in a steep, icy parking lot in Wasilla for a while. I finally decided to drive-slide the car to the edge of the parking lot where there was a small strip of frozen dirt and grass that went up the side of the hill. I got the tires on the right side of the car on that strip, built up as much speed as I could, and finally got my car up the hill. It took more than an hour to get out of there. After that I tried even harder to find tire chains but could not, so I decided to stop in Anchorage. They started the fireworks at 5pm (because of the whole darkness thing), and various shows went on all night, which was a really cool way to spend the evening.
Back on January, 20, 2011 I came across this moose statue inside Krazy Moose Subs, Wasilla, Alaska. Seems fitting to go along with my previous moose in Rocky Mountain National Park.
Slid sideways through an icy intersection just in time to see a helicopter lift off from the ground with a sunlit mountain range as its backdrop ... pretty awesome.
(A Facebook post from December 19, 2010, when I lived in Alaska.)
January 5, 2011, Wasilla, Alaska: This is a photo of our parking lot, a half-inch or more of ice, and black gravel they’ll sweep up and re-use come March or April.
This is a photo of a sign at the Mat-Su Regional hospital in Alaska back in 2010. A nurse there told me that if I could read it, I was healthy enough to go home. :)
I bought a fig at the grocery store today. They’re about the size of a Hershey’s Kiss. The checkout person just looked at me. “One fig? You want to buy one fig?”
“Yes, just one. I want to see what they taste like.”
She put the fig in the bag without weighing it. “I’m pretty sure I can give you one fig without charging you for it,” she said.
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
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
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.