8-11-2010 Anchorage: Wasilla & Future Endeavors

Yesterday was the last day trip that I would make in Alaska. I took the bus up to Wasilla. It isn't suppose to be an exceptional place to visit, but I wanted to see what an Alaskan community was like. The city is known to be a commuter city, the largest suburb of Anchorage, and a relatively upscale neighborhood. My travels around Wasilla were oriented towards what the lifestyle there was, how much housing prices were, and what type of career opportunities there were.

When I arrived at Wasilla it was around noon. I went over to the visitors center to ask about getting a map of the city, where the center of town is, where real estate offices are, and where the job center is. The ladies that worked there were very helpful and had me in and out. I grabbed a sandwich at Krazy Moose subs before I started the trek over to all the places I needed to see before my 4:15 bus left .

After I left the restaurant I headed along Lake Wasilla towards where the realty offices and career centers were. After about a mile of walking along the lake I stopped at a dock. I had seen some ripples in the water, but didn't expect to see anything when I peered over. When I looked in the water there were hundreds of salmon spawning. I don't

know what kind of salmon they were, but they had a deep crimson color to them. (See picture)

I had another mile or two until I would make it to where the career center was. Around 2:45 I realized I wouldn't have the time to make it to both the career center and the realty company. The career center was another half mile down the road and the realty company was right across the street when I realized this, so I ended up just visiting with Diana at Prudential Realty. She was very friendly and gave me house spec sheets for log homes in the area. They all seemed to be within the price range for someone in their mid-twenties. Diana enjoyed helping me; I think it was due to the fact that she had two sons just a few years older than I

am. She will even be sending me a few contacts she had at a major oil company for when I begin my job search.

I was running out of time so I headed over to Walmart where my bus would be picking me up. It was a two and half mile walk, but there wasn't much to complain about since it allowed me to see even more of Alaska.

I suppose my trip is over now and all that is left is to pack up and

to head to the airport. I came to Alaska with a weak perspective Alaskan life, no fishing poles, and few stories of outdoor adventures. After three and a half weeks I understand the different dynamics and cultures of the cities, housing prices, the companies here I would like to work for, and what Alaskans do with their time off. Now I'm leaving Alaska with three fishing poles, my boots warn thinner, and adventurous stories where I come up against Alaskan Natives and hike through bear country without out a gun.

I don't know what my next adventure will be. There will probably a lot of smaller ones here and there and then the occasional big ones. If there is a big adventure to come I think it would be to move to Alaska in a few years. This place has been a passion of mine for a long time now and one that I feel I have gotten to thoroughly experience.

As I traveled through Alaska I had a lot of time to think about other questions and passions I have. I do not like where our country is going in the cultural, spiritual, and political realms. It is disturbing to me that as a country we have started to consider what is evil to be good. There is rampant divorce; pride is considered better than humble confidence; and there is an entitlement mentality. The church is not growing enough men of integrity and courage to take political offices, which leads to an abundance of corrupt and greedy politicians. Men seem to be encouraged to take on more and more feminine traits and visa versa, which causes men to not take on their natural role of leadership in their families and businesses. Promiscuity and pornography are embraced instead of purity; which leads to divorce, insecurities in wives, and the break down of families. The church is not making true disciples of Christ, which results in low numbers of lives changed and dwindling numbers in church.

I think that in the next few months and hopefully years and decades I will be pursing opportunities to grow myself and other men into Biblical men. I think that is what is needed to heal the broken families in the US, the broken political system, corporate greed, and the broken idea of what true masculinity looks like. I would like to teach that being a disciple of Christ does not mean being cowardly, effeminate, or passive, but the complete opposite: one of courage, manliness, strength, and dependence on God's word. This is a lesson that I believe needs to be taught in the church first and then it will naturally spread to the rest.

8-8-2010- Anchorage: Planes, Trains, and Glaciers

Yesterday at the hostel I had a guy ask me what country I am from. Immediately I thought this guy could not recognize my accent. It was obvious that he was from the States, so surely he knew from my accent I was from the States too. I gave a sarcastic response to him that implied that I was from the same country as he was and removed my sarcasm, since from the past I learned it can offend quickly. His name was Clay. I would run into him again and become good friends with him.

This morning I was sitting at the hostel table and a few people were scurring around trying to get ready for the day. Clay came into the room and said that he was headed to church in a little while. I was interested in going to church, since I hadn't gone in a while and it seemed like a good time to get to know him better. We ended up heading over to the church just two blocks down the road from the hostel. It was a great service that covered the topic of world religions and the supremacy of Christ. I enjoyed how the pastor ensured every trail was cut off that allowed people to believe they could be saved by anything besides Jesus death. He used John 14:6 frequently, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."

After church Clay and I were headed back to the hostel when he asked if I would be interested in going flying with him and Anie today. Anie is a woman that works at the hostel whom I had met earlier. I was surprised by the invitation and accepted quickly.

Clay if from South Carolina and went to school in Nashville at Middle Tennessee State University for aviation. He had been working for a airline company that flew banners at major events such as Nascar and Spring Break beaches. At some point while working at that company he decided he wanted to come up to Alaska and be a pilot here. He is working for a company called Grant Aviation as a mechanic and will soon become a pilot in western Alaska where he will fly between native villages. I thought he would be flying very important documents, medicines, or transplant organs, but it turns out most of his deliveries are going to be potato chips and Coca-Cola.

Around one o'clock Clay and Anie found me in the hostel and asked if I was ready to go. I quickly grabbed my camera and backpack. Clay had a Toyota two seater truck. Anie sat in the from and I ended up in the bed. It was great to be in a car after so many miles traveled on crowded buses. The airport was only a few miles away and it didn't take very long to get to. Clay went through all the processes and checks that need to be completed before flying and we were off. He checked fluid colors, levels, cable tensions, and ailerons movements.

The flight plan was to head along the Cook Inlet towards a glacier up in the mountains. Along the way we passed by downtown Anchorage. There was ocean on one side, mountains on another, and river on the other. Anchorage is a city of 250,000 humans surrounded by the rest of the state with at least 900,000 caribou. I could see how the city was truly just a short distance from wilderness that held massive and dangerous wildlife.

The Cook Inlet changes throughout the day. It is relatively shallow and at high tide it is filled with water. At low tide the majority of the water leaves and there is about fifty percent of the bottom showing. The silty bottom is scarred by the receding water and as a result there are veins that show how the water left.

As we were approaching the glacier there was a railroad bridge that crossed over the inlet. I could see that one of the Alaskan trains was approaching with its well manicured yellow and blue coat of paint. I was hoping to get some incredible pictures of this train in the foreground of the glacier, but at the altitude we were I could not align the train with the glacier. I was able to get a few shots with the train passing by the silty bottom of the inlet, but no glacier.

I thought that the glacier was going to be the major attraction, but when we reached

it Clay started turning and did not stop until we were going in the opposite direction and headed back. It was not a problem to me, I didn't think that I would get much more out of seeing the glacier for one minute or one hour. We headed back and I got to see everything that I had missed on the way there because it was on the opposite side of the plane. It wasn't much different, but still enjoyable.

Clay landed the plane and we quickly tied it back down. All of us were hungry so we headed over to Piper's Restaurant. During lunch I mentioned to Clay that it would be fun for me to drive out into the

Alaskan tundra with a truck, trailer, and

rifle and he could spot Caribou from his plane. I'm sure I could easily take down four caribou when there are herds in Alaska with over 450,000 head in them. Clay could keep two and I could keep two. We would be well fed for at least a year and a half.

This was an unexpected adventure and I consider myself blessed for it.

08-07-2010 Anchorage, Soldotna, Homer: Planes, Buses, and Salmon

Anchorage

I headed down to Anchorage from Denali on the Yukon Alaskan shuttle. It wasn't a bad ride, I had already experienced it going the other direction. It gave me some time to reflect on my time in Alaska, plan the rest of the trip, and think about life questions I had. Nine hours on a bus gives plenty of time to think about all those things. I made it to Anchorage and headed to the hostel I usually stay at in Anchorage. They were full, so I headed to the Backpackers hostel in downtown Anchorage. I had been warned about this hostel and assumed it would not be very comfortable based on the description I had heard. When I finally got to my room I realized there was a guy that had been staying there for almost two months. This is always a bad thing in a hostel because it usually means that the person can't afford an apartment that requires a lease and that they may be low class people. The guy had dirty clothes stacked everywhere. I only stayed in the room one night and was changed to another one the following day. At this point I decided that I had raised my standard for where I was willing to stay. While I was in Europe something like this would not have bothered me that much. I guess I am getting soft or maybe just clean.

The following day I had plans to meet up with a friend I met at a Young Life camp eight years earlier and hadn't seen since. Her

name is Jami, she lives in Anchorage with her husband Jason who is an Army officer and deployed in Afganistan. Before I was able to meet up with Jami I went over to the farmers market in downtown Anchorage. The market was huge, probably the biggest I had ever seen. Once I started going through the market I realized it is a tourist trap and that they barely sell any food, I enjoyed it though. There were a lot of interesting shops that made hand forged knives with antler handles, wolf pelts, and Alaskan pottery. It all seemed like things I would put in my house, but since I don't have a house I decided not to buy anything.

Jami met up with me right outside the market. I jumped into her brown Jeep Grand Cherokee with my hiking pack, fishing rods, and backpack. I don't know if she expected me to have so much stuff, but she didn't seem to mind. Jami and I had plans to go over the the Anchorage Air Show at Elmendorf Air Force base. The air show is only every two years, so this was a very special event to be able to go to. We met up with Jami's friend Laurie, who's husband is also deployed in Afganistan. As we were driving up to the show sitting in traffic an F-22 started flying over. The capabilities of the aircraft were amazing. It would be three hundred feet in the air at a forty five degree angle practically sitting still. I guess it had its engines running so that the plane would not change elevation and the forty five degree angle allowed it to move slowly

laterally through the air. Once we were parked and got over to where the airstrip was a C-17, an USAF cargo plane, started flying. It was a large plane, but was able to do a lot of maneuvering for such its size. The C-17 was not what I was excited about; the Blue Angles were next and there were six of them. The large blue and yellow, University of Michigan colors, F-16s took off in opposite directions passing each other. When they were in the air they started doing their tricks. One plane would come from the left and the other from the right. The one on the left would be flying upside down and the one on the right right-side up. They would pass each other at four hundred miles per hour, eight hundred relative to each other, with only a three foot gap!!! At the end of the show all six airplanes grouped together. They formed a flying V and did a few circles around the crowd. Right before they landed they came directly at the crowd and when only a few hundred yards away they split apart into a form that looked like massive Forth of July firework.

Following the air show Jami, Laurie, and I went over to Jami's house to cook salmon Jami's brothers had caught just a few weeks ago. A few of Jami's other friends came over to the house, all were Army wives, so I was the different one. They were all very inclusive and friendly to me. Jami put a great salmon rub on the fish. It turned out to be a great dinner with the salmon, asparagus, rice, and french bread.

The following day I went out on my own around Anchorage. I was searching for the library, since I wanted to look at a book on log homes and caribou hunting, I was interested in learning about the Alaskan life. I ended up never finding the library, but a car show along my route, a great park, an Alaskan train, and a funny man that gave Texas a hard time. I was walking up along 10th street just a few blocks from downtown and there was a park that was one block wide and probably at least ten blocks long. I headed up 10th street looking for the library and saw what looked like a giant fair, it was actually a classic car show. I got to go around and see old corvettes, customized Chrysler 300's, and classic pick up trucks. I was most interested in the pick up trucks since, I would like to own one at some

point. I took a few pictures of the trucks I liked. The pictures were not for the memory of the experience, but for record of the kind of classic truck I would like to buy in the future. I left the car show and was over by the farmers market. I was looking for a vinyl sticker for my car in the shape of Alaska. I saw a booth that had a lot of shirts and bumper stickers. They didn't have what I wanted, but the guy working there asked me for my hand. I trusted him and gave it to him. He formed my hand into the shape of Alaska. Then he pulled out a sticker in the shape of Texas and placed it in the center of my hand. He said, "Alaska is a lot bigger than Texas". I think this man's humor would have offended a lot of my friends that went to Texas A&M, but I thought it was hilarious. Eventually as I was walking around I passed over the railroad and a train started coming. Alaska has beautiful trains; the site of them implies they are the most powerful machines in the world with an elegance about them. I had experienced plenty for the day and decided to turn in and head back to the hostel and rest up, since I was heading to Soldotna the next morning.

Soldotna: "Voted the #1 Fishing Hotspot in North America by Field & Stream Magazine in 2004, the Kenai River offers you world class Chinook (King), Sockeye (Red), Coho (Silver) and Pink Salmon fishing, not to mention some of world’s finest trout fishing!" -- VisitSoldotna.com

Early in the morning, 9:00 am I got on a bus from Anchorage down to Soldotna on the Stage Line shuttle. Every once in a while you have to sit next to a smelly person on the bus, it was my turn. The gentleman seemed friendly, but because of the musk and heavy european accent I decided to avoid conversation with him. I think he had been backpacking for a while and may not have had a shower or a toothbrush for at least a few weeks. When we got into Soldotna I started to pay close attention to where everything was located. I was looking for a grocery store, a fishing store, and the Kenai river. When the shuttle dropped me off at my campsite I set up my tent quickly, walked over to the Kenai river just fifty feet away, and then headed over to the fishing store I had located on the way in. The gentleman at that store told me the fishing technique and tackle I should use. After leaving the store I realized I would need fishing waiters, neoprene pants that keep your legs warm when standing in the water. I didn't want to buy a new pair since they would be very expensive so I looked up thrift stores. I headed over to one called Bishop's Attic and found a pair worth at least $150 for $15. I was happy with my purchase and went back to get started fishing as quick as possible.

With my new waiters on I tied on the fly on to my leader. The fly rod I was using I found in the free bin at the hostel in Anchorage, this meant I spent a total of $20 to get fully outfitted to fish in Alaska. It would have cost me at least $200 to have a fishing guide, what a great deal. At the river I walked in the water to about five feet off the shore. I was looking around at the other fishermen trying to pick up tips and tricks that they were using. I felt they knew I was watching them. With in the first hour I had a fish on the line, but my fly broke off so I lost the fish. It was still very exciting. I tied on a new fly and got back in the water. With in a half hour I had another fish on the line. I immediately thought I was going to max out on fish and get to send at least fifty pounds of fish home, but then the leader broke off and I lost the fish. The fly rod I had found had not been set up correctly. I got a little disappointed and decided to give up fishing for the day. The following day I got back out fishing and was in the water for almost ten hours with not even a bite. I honestly thought I was cursed, everyone else around me was catching a ton of fish. In the tenth hour my logic told me I must be doing something wrong, it should have been obvious in the second hour. I added on another lead weight and started fishing again. Boom, within forty five minutes I had a red salmon on the line. It was a fighter and I didn't know if I would be able to get the fish in. It is especially hard to bring in a fish when you don't have a net to catch it. When the fish was with in ten feet I grabbed the end of the line and started bringing the fish near the bank. I pinned it up against the sand and rock bank. The typical way of getting the fish to stop moving is to club it, but I pulled my knife and cut high on its head to sever the spinal cord. The fish stopped moving. I had seen in the Soldotna magazine an article on how to fillet a fish; this was very useful because I had never filleted a fished before. I grabbed my knife sharpener, the magazine, and fish and went to work. I did surprisingly well for being a beginner and having a four inch Buck knife instead of the a fillet knife. The head came off first, the guts came out, one fillet was removed, the other fillet was removed, and finally the ribs were cut out. Dinner was ready to be cooked. I started a camp fire; after the fish had marinated in terriaki sauce for a few minutes I threw the fish on top of the grill. I sat there pulling off pieces of the salmon as they were ready to be eaten. I enjoyed this meal greatly and finished it excited to eat the other fillet the next day when I would be in Homer.

Homer: "A quaint town nestled on the shore of Kachemak Bay offering breathtaking views of glaciers, mountains and wildlife. Homer is known to many as the 'Cosmic Hamlet by the Sea,' but it was made famous in Tom Bodett's tales as 'The End of the Road.'"- HomerAlaska.org

The bus ride from Soldotna was an easy one. I spent time reading and planning the next few days of the trip. I was in Homer with in a few hours with no complaints of the people that were riding the bus with me. I stayed on Homer Spit, a long narrow peninsula off the downtown area. The campground only cost eight dollars a night, so I had some extra money to spend. A man named, Marv, who was camping down the beach from me came over when I arrived and introduced himself to me. He was a very friendly man in his late fifties. He offered to take me into town to get food from the grocery store. This saved me twelve miles of walking, I was very appreciative. When

we got back from the store he offered me some firewood that he didn't think he was going to be able to use by the time he left. I grabbed six logs and headed to my campsite to cook the rest of the same I had caught the previous day. Cooking the salmon I had caught and filleted on a flat rock over a camp fire may have been the most manly thing I have ever done. The salmon was delicious yet again.

The next day I walked into town, about five miles away. I stopped by a job center to ask about engineering job in Alaska, went to a realty company to ask some questions about home prices, and went to the library to get information on log cabins and caribou hunting. I got all the information I wanted from the job center and realty company, but the library had barely any

information on caribou hunting or log cabins. I ended up just reading magazines for a few hours since I was tired from my long walk. By the time I had gotten back near the campsite I was ready to relax and do nothing, but as I was approaching my site I saw an eagle on top of a red theater building. I went over and snapped a few close up pictures. The eagle must have known people were watching him and wanted to do a performance. He started flying around in circles chasing seagulls rights above me. It was a great photo opportunity. He finally landed on a light post just a few yards from where I was and so I took even more pictures. I was so amazed by what was happening I took almost one hundred pictures of the bird!

I rode a bus from Homer and I am now back in Anchorage. I am wrapping up my trip and organizing the last few things I am going to do with my time here. I will probably spend some time in Wasilla, Palmer, and then just submitting resumes since I will have to return to reality soon.

7-30-2010 Denali: Hiking & "Hey Bear"s

I left Fairbanks four days ago on the Yukon Alaska shuttle. The drive was pretty, but I spent most of the time reading and listening to music. It is a surprisingly flat drive upon until you start approaching Denali.

When I arrived I headed to my campsite at Riley Creek Campground. I had a three night reservation, which meant I had two full days to explore Denali. I was pretty disoriented when I got there and didn't know how to get around the park or the major activities to do. I found my campsite, set up the tent, and headed over to the Wilderness Access Center to get information on the park. The people there were helpful and informative without throwing out too much information at you. I always hate going to a new place and looking through the brochure racks because it is always confusing where to start and what to do. I decided I would sign up for a Discovery Hike one day, take a bus through the park another day, and go the the Husky Homestead somewhere in between. It turned out that Discovery hike was full until Thursday, so I would do the bus through the park on Wednesday and I would go to the Husky Homestead that evening.

Andrea had met a woman named Tessa whose parent's own the Husky Homestead. I believe

that Tessa competed in the Iditarod and her father, Jeff King, had won it four times over the last twenty one years. This meant that the huskies there would be the best of the best. The homestead was about ten miles outside of the park, but only took a few turns to get there. From the main road the bus pulled onto a gravel road that snaked itself through spruce trees and up and down hills for a quarter mile. As we pulled up to the house there were about fifty huskies scattered about in their individual houses. They knew people were coming, so they all started barking and howling. This was the wolf inside of

them coming out. The buses parked, people started getting off, and puppies where immediately handed to everyone. The puppies ranged from six weeks old to twelve weeks. None of them looked alike, some had blue eyes and others had grey eyes. Everyone melted as they got to pick them up and hold them for a few minutes. The employees gathered up the puppies and counted to make sure that all of them were accounted for, I guess people have tried to steal them before. The homestead guests were taken down to where the mature dogs were to see their living conditions and what their training is like. The conditioning the dogs go through during the winter is much more intense than the summer because of the heat. In winter the training sessions may be six to eight hours long while in the summer they are only fifteen minutes long. Jeff King is a pioneer in dog mushing and has figured out a way to keep the dogs in better shape throughout the year. He figured out that you can have the dogs harnessed to a marine line and have them pull you around in a paddle boat. They did not do a demonstration of this, but the video show ten dogs swimming inline pulling the boat. I wish that I could have experienced something so unique.

The following day I had to wake up fairly early, so I could explore the park. I knew I wanted to

get a chance to see as much as possible and the most practical way to do this is to take the bus through the park. Hiking alone would limit your exposure so much because the park is at least ninety miles from east to west. I decided to take the bus from the Wilderness Access Center over to Eilson. Eilson is at mile sixty six in the park and would take four hours to get to. The drivers were very personable and would stop whenever we would see animals. Along the way we stopped to see two caribou climbing a ridge line, a bear and her two cubs foraging just twenty meters from the bus, and ten doll sheep up on a rocky slope about four hundred meters away. I was keeping my eyes open to areas in

which I would like to get off the bus on the way back to hike. Polychrome Pass seemed like a great place to hike towards, it is a mountain that has a variety of colors in the rock. The mountain is about a mile away from where the bus goes with flat tundra leading up to the base of the mountain. In this area along the drive it would be hard to get down to the tundra since the bus road is on a steep slope. There was an area ahead that was flat and open, which would be a great place to get off on the way back.

When we finally reached Eilson it was 1:30. There was a marked trail that went to the top of

the mountain near the bus stop. It was obvious many other people decided to hike here, since there were almost thirty people up on the mountain. From the top I could see mountains of various colors and rivers in all directions, but could not see Mt. McKinley because there was clouds covering it. I guess only one in three see the mountain because it is usually overcast. They probably don't advertise this because fewer tourists would come.

One the way back when we were approaching Polychrome Pass I asked the bus driver to let me off. He found an open area that was the run off for the mountain that would be a good starting area. I started walking down the gravel area unsure of this new environment I was in. I knew

there was wildlife in the area, but the rangers and other hikers told me it was safe to hike. I had little to defend myself, but I had bought a small bear bell to alert bears of my coming. The bell was pathetic, it was similar to the bell we attached to our dog's collar during Christmas time to dress him up as a reindeer. I would have preferred to have a 44 mag. The rangers said that best thing you can do to prevent a bear attack it is yell, "Hey Bear" every couple of minutes. I thought how it was ironic that I was almost as nervous to yell "Hey Bear" as I was to approach a bear. I had to resolve in my mind I would rather have people think I looked goofy yelling "Hey Bear" than I would have a bear attack me.

I guess public speaking can even be a fear when now one is around. I walked down the gravel patch and took a few pictures and practiced how I would pull my knife out if something was to approach me. The four inch Buck knife my dad had bought me from Sam's Club when I was thirteen would do little to a bear or moose. I crossed over the stream at the end of the gravel and entered into the tundra. From the road the tundra looks like a grassy field, when you are on it is low brush on top of a spongy surface. With every step I would sink down about six inches. I walked out about a half mile from the road yelling "Hey Bear" often. There was a moose about a half mile ahead of me trotting across the tundra with the mountains in the background. I decided to go on about another quarter mile until I saw a bear about a half mile ahead of me. I paused and contemplated going on further to get a better look. Luckily I have a logical mind that told me, "Though you feel safe now that does not mean you are safe". I decided that I had gone far enough and turned around back towards to road to get on the bus.

I got back near the campsite and went fishing for a little while. I thought catching a fish in the lake and cooking it on the fire would be a perfect end to my adventures of the day. The lake was very clear and there were beavers everywhere, though I didn't see one. The beaver had chewed the base of thirty trees until they fell, this was in just a small area. I fished for about an hour before giving up and deciding the few nibbles I had would not result in a caught fish. The day was over and it was time to eat a quick snack and prepare for the next day.

The Discovery Hike would start at 8am, so I needed to be there by 7:45am. We got on the bus and headed out to mile sixty three, just three miles from Eilson, where I had hiked the day

before. There were twelve of us including the guide. I ascended 1700' on the hike and was able to see a small amount of Mt. McKinley. I snapped a few photos and had a few taken of me. They all turned out well. I was getting a little impatient on the mountain because we were sitting there four almost an hour waiting for a few people that had went out on their own hike. I could see the bus road from where we were, so I decided to go out on my own and hike back. I crossed through the tundra with a little anxiety and yelling "Hey Bear". The anxiety was from being in bear country not from public speaking. I got back to the road in about an hour and headed back to camp.

I hadn't been in a warm building for about three days, so when Francine sent me a text message saying she was in Denali I asked if she would like to go get pizza. We went over to Prospect's Pizza where we shared dinner and had a few beers together.

I am off to Anchorage where I am going to plan the next week, take a shower for the first time in nine days, and finally do some laundry and change into a clean pair of clothes. My next adventures will include exploring the suburbs of Anchorage, fishing the Kenai, exploring Kodiak Island, and fishing for Halibut.

7-26-2010 Fairbanks:

I have continued hanging out with Francine, since the last post. I guess I have enjoyed having a travel partner. It is always much more enjoyable when you have someone else to travel with. Fairbanks doesn't have a whole lot to do, so we kind of scrounged. I suggested we do a scenic

drive on the outskirts of Fairbanks. The drive started on Chena Ridge road, a road that follows the top of a mountain in the western suburbs. From this view we could see down on the river that goes through Fairbanks and some of the major buildings in the city, like the university. It was amazing to see how big the river was and how it merges from three smaller rivers. The Alaskan pipeline is something the seems to be one of the many things that defines Alaska, so

we headed over there. Probably one of the first things I thought when I looked at it is, "I wonder how many people have tried to shoot this?" The second thought was, "What would happen if someone shot this?" I have no intention of doing anything like that, but I could not help my curiosity. The pipe was somewhere between 36" and 48". Off to the side of the pipeline they had two different pigs. One was older and one was younger, though they were both about the same size. The pigs are basically an oversized pipe cleaner. They would be inserted in the pipeline and would move with the flow of oil. Their purpose was to knock off paraffin that would attach to the wall of the pipe when the temperatures were low.

Francine and I both seem to have a common appreciation for tea, beer, and ice cream. We debated on going to three restaurants that were known for one of the above. We ended up deciding on the Silver Gulch a local brewery on the outskirts of town. I had a burger with a cranberry wheat beer, it was all delicious.

Yesterday was much more low key, though it had its highlights. My friend Katie knows a family from Fairbanks who started a church called Radiant Church. The couple is Caleb and Tracy, they have two children. Katie had always spoken highly of them, so I wanted to attend the church. Unfortunately Tracy was in a run that morning, so she was not able to make it. I did get to meet Caleb and was very impressed with his teaching at his church. Everything was taught in a simple practical way and made me leave the service more in love with God. The rest of the day was spent planning for the next few days. I was trying to go to Denali National Park, but was having a hard time coordinating the buses and the hostel. I almost gave up and then decided to stay at the campground within the park. The problem was solved and I will be headed to Denali tomorrow at 9:15.

Today I didn't want to have another day like yesterday where I was on the computer for a long period of time which put me in a bad mood. Within an hour of waking up I was headed to the University of Alaska's museum of Alaskan History. It was quite amazing to see all the

history of the state. The number of events that brought the state to its current point seemed as if they were describing an entire country. The museum covered everything from mammoths to the Russians, salmon to oil, and tourism to gold mining. I may have been most impressed by

"Blue babe" the blue bull that the fictional Paul Bunyan rescued.

The UAF museum is right in front of a series of trails that the university oversees.

I decided this would be a good starting point for me to learn how to hike in the Alaskan

wilderness. I headed towards the lake that was about a mile away. It would be a good

opportunity to use the fishing pole I had bought a few days before. As I approached the lake I notices that the gradient leading towards it was low, this meant that the lake was not very deep. I casted a few times and realized I was right, since every time I pulled up some seaweed. It wasn't a major issue, I was enjoying the trees reflecting off the lake with the mountains in the background.

Just beyond the trails I was hiking was the UAF Large Animal Research Center. Before I entered in I found some cabbage growing, it was the largest I had ever seen. I placed a quarter on it to give a comparison. Here at the center they do research on musk ox, caribou, and reindeer. I can't remember what the difference between reindeer and caribou is, but it is only a slight difference. The musk ox were not as big as I expected. I thought they would be the size of bulls, but hidden under all their fur it seemed they were only the size of ponies. A pair of bull musk ox near the feeder started a small competition between the two of them. The both reared back and butted heads. I know this is how they compete for the females, but I didn't realize they

also do that for food. The caribou were a sight to see and had some very interesting facts to go around. The mature male antlers were almost five feet long and they grow in only three months. Did you know that there are almost twice as many caribou in Alaska than their are people? The western heard has over 450,00o members. I think this fact made me love Alaska even more. There is such bounty here and I could not help but to think of the joy that comes from feeding your family with meat that you hunted.