Take It Easy, The Journey Is Just Beginning
I transferred from a community college in Anchorage, Alaska to UCLA my Junior year. One of my favorite experiences was attending football games at the Rose Bowl on warm Southern California days. I would...
Category: My Journey
Matanuska Glacier Is A Place To Behold
Had some rough days but my heart has been doing really well the last few so I ventured up to Matanuska Glacier with Heather, her daughter and a friend today. Matanuska Glacier is 24...
Soft Serve – Possibly The Most Extraordinary Dessert Ever Made
One of my fondest memories from childhood was on a camping trip to the Ozarks when I was a little boy. We stopped at a roadside stand for soft serve and the chocolate cone...
Denali National Park – Bucket List Of A Lifetime
A visit to Denali National Park is one of the greatest experiences anyone can have. It is true Alaskan wilderness with wildlife that will blow your mind. For most people there are two ways...
What A World If We Only Took Responsibility
I promise I will do my best not to do this frequently, but I need to stand on a soapbox and preach for a moment. Wildlife I was driving the other day and saw...
Cooking With The Chronics!
I enjoy cooking. Before I got sick I used to take a cooking class every month at Sur la Table. Over the years I built up quite a nice cookbook of recipes. When you...
Attack Of The Stuckagain Heights Grizzly!
Holy shit!!! I learned a few things today when a large brown bear charged us from 20 feet away. Every cell in your body is capable of screaming “RUN!!!” at the same time. (I...
Compete With Mom And Lose Either Way
If you grow up in Alaska in the outdoors guns will become a part of your life. After all, you’re a part of the food chain there. My dad’s best friend was killed by...
The Nuggets We Find If We Just Look Around
When we first moved to Anchorage in the early 70’s there was a biker bar named Chilkoot Charlie’s, or Koots as it is affectionately known. If a shooting or stabbing on a weekend night...
Found My Childhood Out Of The Corner Of My Eye
On really special Saturdays, starting when I was six years old, my mother would drop me off at the Fireweed Theaters with $1.25, just enough for a movie, popcorn and souvenir soda (when souvenir...
