Day 2/Day 3:
I landed in Anchorage Monday night. That would be the 19th of October. It is my fiftieth state! I still need Hawaii to finish this project, which will be next week, but I've already been to Hawaii before.
You know, doing this so quickly and with far less money than I had originally anticipated makes world travel much more realistic. I'm not going to think about that yet though. When other countries call I will want to make those trips more, let's say, profitable. I've got ideas, but like I said, I'm not going to think too much about it until I've finished this project and stabilized in one place for awhile.
I spent Tuesday talking with and driving around Anchorage with my sister. She took me to the world's largest chocolate waterfall! It was about twenty feet tall and obviously resided in a candy store. Signs prohibited swimming and diving. Bummer. Being overwhelmed though by the shear number of types of candy I just ended up watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory(the good one... um, that is the one with Gene Wilder if you weren't sure which one was the good one.)
I spent some time resting and reading as well. Oh yes, there are like nine or so children here right now. I'm hiding in a bedroom. More of them that are actually my nephews and nieces are calling me uncle Jacob!
I always ask kids how far back they can remember. Like, "what did you get for your birthday last year? And what about the year before that?" It is always so funny to me that their existence in their mind only goes back a few years. This whole thing is just so strange! But you know that.
It is the 21st of October, 2015 and yes, we've been watching Back to the Future! Such a great trilogy!
Anyway, in the morning I am going to set out for Denali, formally Mount McKinley as of the end of August of this year. Denali was the natives name for the mountain but a prospector in the late 1800s named the mountain after then presidential candidate William McKinley to show political support. Controversy over the name has brooded over the years but Pre. Obama, utilizing mystical power derived from who knows where put an end to it in August, officially reinstating the name Denali as its designation. Still, people are divided though.
I also had the good fortune to talk with the missionaries tonight as well. They came over for dinner. They don't realize how unique they are. There really is something about their presence, their mantle, even if they sometimes look like lost little puppies. There was a lone one at the airport. He looked terrified! I couldn't help but chuckle.
Goodnight.