anchor-town blues, part I

so....I arrived in Anchorage on Sunday May 31...hitched a ride from a cat with a float-plane heading back into town after a weekend at his cabin....exactly 85 days since the last time I had left the woods, or been around more than three other human beings..... exactly two days after Too $hort had left the building, and the AK....

not the most auspicous beginning to the trip.....the opportunity to witness that scene under the midnight sun, that's a tough miss to take....timing was off, needed to get my urban hiking legs back....things got better...

terry meets julie, waterloo station

...just returned to the woods from an 8-day trip to civilization....my first in about 3 1/2 months.

...while the opportunities for human interaction and live music were well-appreciated & enjoyed, the pavement & traffic were taking a toll on this boy's good nature after 8 days...burnout was setting in...

...met a friend with a float-plane (on his way to check his bear stand) at Lake Hood in Anchorage, who proceeded to drop my high blood pressure into a sunshine filled day & chlorophyll explosion....a glorious green haze, no concrete in sight....the shots below are about 180 degrees of my world from the chair at cocktail hour...9:30 pm, 79.9 degrees...an early contender for nicest day o' the year....