And I devised a plan. To go to all 50 states by the time I was 50. After that I would see if I could get laid in each of the 50 states. But for now it's just enough to go there. So I started rolling the idea of Alaska around in my mind. Alaska.
And I started to collect the stuff I would need to go there.
A truck. Not any truck, a tough truck, a Kurdish tank. 4WD, raised, tough, and with a
A bicycle. In case I want to go for a ride.
A camera. Oh you know -- to take pictures.
A chain saw.
Camping gear. For me.
Climbing gear. Just in case.
So I have these things. And a plan. The plan says jump in the truck and ferry up the passage, stop and photograph the white black bears in BC, go to Kenai and Sitka and Juneau, get out to the west coast of Alaska somewhere, drive to Anchorage, then go north to Prudhoe Bay, see the ANWR before it turns into Bakersfield, and go to the Brooks Range and
I want to see a puffin, a polar bear, a walrus, a brown bear, a dall sheep, a caribou, seals and whales. I am not so sure I want to see a wolf.
A little voice is telling me that this isn't going to happen right away. Another voice wonders, "Do I want some sort of boat?"