My bed, closet, guitar, and survival kit.
A few hours into the flight from St. Paul I see mountains.
Then I see glacial rivers flowing into lush, uninhabitated valleys.
5 hours later we arrive to Fairbanks.
Here's the Polar at the airport. News has it that a young lad just shot one a few days ago near Fairbanks.
Helen(Geology Dep. Secretary) picks me up from the airport and takes me to the local hangout joint for a drink and a bite of a Fried Alaskan Halibut burger. Alaskans know how to party. They spend months in complete darkness... and at sometimes it gets down to -60 F, and just think... they still work through it. Crazy, windy storms plague most of May. Then come June, they let loose and prepare to have fun for the next 4 months until the winds and rains come again in September. At first glance it looked like a fun game with drinks and drunkards trying to balance drinks on their heads...
But the background scene drew away my attention. Do the locals take this for granite?
After a nice meal I went to Helen's house and hung with her son Victor (21), the dog with a fat neck, and the two cats, one of which is crosseyed... literally. I tried to get a pic but the dern thing kept running away from me.
I was in a comfy daze from the days journey... I was thinking about Brit... I was thinking about the beach... all was at peace.