Anchorage continues to discourage me from ever wanting to live here. I did get out to climb Flat-Top, which was one wacky mountain. It looks like someone just loped off the last 100 ft or so. It did have some nice trees though.
This was shortly followed by getting kicked out of a bar by the name of Humpy's, which demonstrates once again why this city is ass-tastic.
The job is looking almost ideal. I can't wait to get out on the islands. It also looks like I'll be based out Akutan, which provides for more chances at island exploring
Anchorage is dull. I miss the non-stop strangeness of Dutch, the industrial landscape, and the fisher folk at the bars. I can't wait for my plane trip back out there.
Three fisher folk at latitudes, living the good life, re-injecting their paychecks right back into the island economy. I think that they were pretending to be tigers. 
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when are you going to blow up the subaru? (you'd better remember the camera that day)
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