Denali
For reasons unknown to me, I regained feeling in my foot somewhere between the Toklat River and Polychrome Pass. It had been cold, rainy, and gray for the last twenty four hours. Ever since an incident in my late teens that involved underage drinking, the police, and a barefooted 1 mile sprint, my feet were
Week 1: Homer to Denali
We’ve been moving for a week now. It’s Monday, July 9th. This morning we boarded a train from Anchorage to Denali. It feels a bit strange to skip ahead this early in the trip, but the forecast is projecting 25-40 mph winds and hellatious rain over the next few days. Riding and camping in that
Bears are just introverts
More than at any other point in my life I have recently been asked what I am most afraid of. Fortunately, I’ve given the various ways I might expire a good deal of thought, so I am able to answer, merrily and without pause: “Bears!”. Having spent most of my life in England, where the
Ferry Part II
I woke up at 3:00 in the morning on Wednesday, June 27th, to go to the bathroom. It was still light out. When you’re this far north, the sun never really sets. It dips below the horizon, but comes right back up. At 5:30 the boat’s PA system announced that we would be able to
Ferry Part I
We landed in Homer on Friday night, June 29th, around 8:30. After the first few days on the boat, I was ready to get off, but by the time a week had passed it was starting to feel like home. The gentle rocking from side to side coupled with the brisk ocean breeze and the
Setting Sail
After 3 weeks back in Detroit, we’re finally on the move in a way that is starting to seem real. We flew out at 6:30 Friday morning. After a not so unexpected late night of burning meat and celebratory beers we made it to the airport with just enough time to stand in the security
Logistics: Food
One of the most common questions we’re asked is “What are you going to eat?” Anybody that knows Soph and I knows that food is very important to us in terms of health and as a way to connect with others. The idea of being consigned to wangling our provisions from rural Alaskan gas stations
And God (Dan Gilbert) said “Let there be cornhole!”
This is literally just a bunch of pictures of various cornhole boards downtown. I like to imagine Uncle Dan taking a few hours off from being the Leviathan of Detroit to show up at a relative’s house that he doesn’t really like for a 4th of July party. At said party he notices that all
Hustling Harder
Sunday morning I had planned a bike ride with an old friend. This is one of my favorite past times in Detroit. We moved away about three years ago and things have changed. The city has filled in with feral hipsters and aging millennials who’ve adopted the David Beckham hairstyle as the last do they
Chris’ Spanish cheat sheet
A big goal of this trip is learning Spanish. We actually make a great team in communicating. Soph is much better at listening, and I am much better at talking. Imagine that. Combine our brains and we can actually get quite a bit done. I wanted to make a sheet with some of the more