I can hardly believe that I have been in Alaska for six weeks already and that it’s time for the Jazz and I to wing our way home tomorrow. I always have to psych myself up to come, anticipating the journey, the cold and the change of scene, and then once I’m here I acclimate quickly, revisit all my favorite haunts and then at the end I get sad thinking about leaving.
But I’ve enjoyed a few beers,
drunk way too much coffee,
got snowed on continuously (not really it just seems that way!),
enjoyed the beauty of Alaska,
eaten delectable food,
and as a result, tired the pokey little puppy out.