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...