Where are you from? At the risk of sounding pretentious, this has been a rather complicated question lately.
I was about to go to bed when a co-worker started pounding on my door while screaming my name. When you live on-site and work at a hotel, having someone frantically pound on your door at night is never a good thing. I assumed the lodge was on fire, or perhaps worse, the bar ran out of beer.
I have been on a blogging hiatus this summer, mainly because I haven’t had much internet access out here in the wilds of Alaska. During this summer of Trump, that hasn’t been a bad thing. With readily available internet, I’d have spent an unhealthy amount of time reading about the antics of the GOP presidential candidate, then following that up with hours of Jon Oliver…
Whoever said “there is no such a thing as a stupid question” may need to think again.
2015 was an interesting year of travel for me. Although I traveled extensively, I spent most of the time going back to places I’d been in the past, getting to see them more in-depth or in a different way.
There are some places on Earth that are changing or disappearing at an alarming rate.
This is part III of 49 reasons I love Alaska, the 49th state. If you aren’t exhausted after reading the first 32 reasons, thank you for your loyalty.