Some­where Over Alaska

This is my ver­sion of call­ing an audi­ble. That’s because I had an ambi­tious post planned for today, but I just can’t get to it. So I reached way back into the sum­mer of 2003 when I joined my friend Kim on a trip to Alaska. She used to work for Car­ni­val cruise line before I met her, so we took one of their ships from Anchor­age to Van­cou­ver, with all the nec­es­sary stops along the way. This was my view as we flew over some glac­ier in a heli­copter. Then we landed on the damn thing and I froze my ass off while we hiked, climbed ice walls and oth­er­wise explored this over­sized ice cube of the great white north. Here we are in some ice cave.

It turns out that I adapted to this frozen waste­land quite well. The guide asked me if I wanted to come back the next year to work with him guid­ing the next group of tourists. Imag­ine how my life would have changed if I’d accepted?

Why am I show­ing you snap­shots taken with a crappy Nikon E-​775 point & shoot? Mostly because I have a new puppy that’s pee­ing on my car­pet and chew­ing every­thing in sight. He seems extra ambi­tious tonight and, try as I have, I just can’t get the post that I wanted to write com­pleted this evening. My advice to you is to buy stock in the folks who make Bounty paper tow­els, because I’m going to be buy­ing a lot of them.

The other rea­son this came to mind is because I was in decent shape then, and now I’m not. So I started work­ing on chang­ing that fact this week. Back to the gym, work­ing with a dieti­cian, and learn­ing that cup­cakes just won’t work now. I even had to block my favorite cup­cake lady on Face­book so I won’t be tempted. I should prob­a­bly block the guys who make those great ribs, too.

So my apolo­gies for the lame post today. I’ll work on wran­gling this puppy to the ground so I can get some work done.