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.
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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.
Enjoyed Cowboys & Aliens at Wasilla’s fancy new stadium seating movie theater. How strange to walk out of a theater and into a valley of fireweed surrounded by misty mountains.
(A Facebook post from Wasilla, Alaska, August 9, 2011.)
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
A moose statue inside Krazy Moose Subs, Wasilla, Alaska. Seems fitting to go along with my moose in Rocky Mountain National Park image earlier today.
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.
July 28, 2010, Wasilla, Alaska: Bundled up in a semi-rainproof jacket and hat, I just returned from a walk in the cold November rain. Most neighbor's fireplaces were in full use, while one man in a jacket and shorts and smoking a cigarette was mowing his weeds with his lawnmower. Hard to believe, Denali National Park closes for the winter in just over six weeks.