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Mile 88
May 16, 2010, 1:12 pm
Filed under: Alaska Travels

RETURN TO AK TOUR!

Friday April 30th 2010
As we leave Seattle for the last time for awhile, I try to take as many deep breaths as I can, in hopes of bringing the refreshing ocean air with me to a place that could so desperately use some fresh air, Spokane! As we leave Spokane I can’t help but feel a little bad about how good I feel each time I leave that city. I love my friends but I’m sick of Spokane (no offense). It was so great to see everybody in both cities, as it always is. Now as we leave the great Evergreen State, and head into Canada via N. Idaho, I can’t help but feel such a relief to finally be on the road, not having to deal with the all the shit leading up to our departure. Going away from the Pacific Northwest, leaving behind many things, worries, stresses, schedules, fees, friends, family, habits, routines, on our way north, to Alaska to meet old and new friends and family, and a much, much, simpler way of living. Into the trees, boys!

We have been driving and driving and driving! We will continue to drive and drive and drive! But it will pay off when we meet our new children and rent payers the 20-30 Husky dogs. We will wait in anticipation for greg;s bass drum to come from the ship that is bringing it our way. It is 4 A.M. the hard part starts right around 4:30 and 8:00 A.M. The hours of the morning in which you simply want to sleep. They are the hardest to keep your eyes open during. Bradley is driving and cruising like a cadillac from the 70’s. No creatures in the road yet. They obviously are sleeping, and probably dreaming about us driving through the pitch black night. Just 600 more miles through nowhere B.C. and we will be in the nowhere Yukon territory. God damn computer chess the computer is way to knowledgeable. It knows all the moves and I haven’t played a respectable game of chess since 4th grade chess club. How do you then expect me to best the chess computer whiz. Breaking bad has inspired us all to learn chemistry and start cooking meth in Alaska. A real positive source of income. Well I can feel my brain shutting down its getting close to that 4:30 time when all you want is the Z’s but we will power through with red bull and cocaine minus the cocaine.

Saturday May 1st
Frost Heaves can go fuck themselves! Spencer is a frost heave killing maniac, what a dream…That black bear we saw was cute. Many  mountains goats (good band), caribou (better band & good pixies song), so many lakes, rivers, and mountain ranges, no more jerky, it was too god damn tasty, lot’s of fuckin wheat thins, and a shit ton of trail mix, don’t forget the tequilla and Texico bitches!

The road is literally turning to shit. Every half km there is a orange flag or one of those orange cones, this is ok though, we are making great progress. Day 2 and we will make it to Tok, Ak where we plan to rent a hotel room and drink ourselves to sleep! Oh i can’t wait to get out of this car!  Beer!

Sunday May 2nd
We made it into Tok last night, right across the Alaskan border, where we had planned to spend the night in a hotel, drink some beer, find a toke. We checked into the cheapest motel in town, found a restaurant  and right away were approached by these two bearded brothers, who greeted us, and said they had seen us driving. They wanted to know if we wanted to hang out with them, they had beer and weed! So we sat down with them and talked for a couple hours drinking pitchers of Alaskan Amber, and after dinner they showed us their empty trailer where they had two hammocks they slept in, they also showed us some nice joints and more alaskan amber. Their names were Jared who was 37 and his younger brother named Brenen who was 24. They had the craziest stories to shared with us. Here is a funny one: Brenen worked at a Church as a janitor and he played a game where he would do a whip it in one fridge run down the hall to the next fridge and try to do another one without falling over. Jared came across two nitrous tanks and he would sell balloons at Grateful Dead concerts for $5.

They smoked a ton of pot, like 3 or four ounces in the last week. They made up every excuse they could; just past mile marker 666, or 420, or it’s 4:20pm somewhere in the world, or it’s 500 miles from the last time Brenen had sex with a fat cocaine girl. His quote was, “Jared, do you think we have time to smoke this joint before we have to smoke the next one?”

So basically we had the best welcoming into Alaska yet, and it was exactly what we had been dreaming about! What a beautiful night. Now we are onto Talkeetna, 359 miles from Tok, piece of cake.

Mile 88 right on hidden hills road
3- 3 1/2 miles
right on keystone
100 yds. left on woodland way
1st driveway on the right



Photo Blog
July 23, 2009, 9:18 pm
Filed under: Alaska Travels

The first time I went to the satellites there was a little door hatch right in the middle of the giant satellite, and you could poke your head through and look out. That was a crazy feeling looking all around you and being surrounded by this insanely large satellite dish. They both have been abandoned since i think 2001 and they were used for some sort of telecommunications, probably with mars or some other galaxy.

So we made it back to Talkeetna. We arrived in Saint Rupert at about 3:00pm Tuesday and after some border trouble which I will let Greg explain we drove straight through Canada and up to Alaska and arrived in Talkeetna Wednesday at 9:30pm right in time for kickball. We drove for 30 hours straight only stopping for gas, food, and a 30 min nap time, I still feel kind of delirious, but really glad to be back.



Ketch if you can, but we Kant, and we won’t!
July 20, 2009, 8:05 pm
Filed under: Alaska Travels

Ketchikant! So Ashley and I arrived in Ketchikan last Wednesday the 15th and we met up with Greg and Aden as they met us as we arrived off of the ferry from the Airport. Since then we have all been searching for jobs on this island called Ketchikan. It turns out that the canneries had jobs except they didn’t have any housing available like they said they would. Basically we can’t stay and work anywhere unless we have a place to live, because we can’t camp for to long due to the cold weather that comes soon and we can’t be on call from a tent.

So, we are taking the ferry tomorrow for Prince Rupert and then Driving up back to Talkeetna. I’m not in the blogging mood. I love and miss everyone from the mugs, except Bill. Here is greg. – Bradley

We had a great campsite (right on a lake with plenty of fish and a ton of rain) and it definately was not a bad week vacation. Hearts was a favorite; as  was berry picking, tuna melts, pancakes, canned stew, and burning raisins covered in citronella wax. The saloon with no one in it has free internet which we have frequented to charge all our devices and hunt for work. Safeway provided us with our food rations and dry wood, we made a family room under my massive tarp and found unlimited time hot showers for only a dollar (brad even did some laundry as he showered). The new Harry Potter was definatley a highlight of our island time.  As brad said it turns out there was work at 2 of the canneries but they didn’t have housing available. Even the local lodge was hiring for several positions but of course didn’t offer housing. So we gotta get off this island if we’re going to survive. It sucks because Aden can’t leave till Wed at 5pm to get back to Bellingham and we’re going to take an early ferry back to Prince Rupert tomorrow so we can get on the road sooner and get up to Talkeetna. So we will have to part ways earlier than expected, which saddens me and means Aden has to spend too much time alone. I applied to two open positions at the Talkeetna Lodge which pr0vides housing for $5 a day (but I may just live in a tent by the river with my seasonsed river camping friends). Ashley got her old job back with one short phone call and things are looking good for brad too. Even if jobs are hard to come by, there is ample living options in Talkeetna (the river is free) which was the problem here. We tried. But we’re retreating. – Greg

Oh and the music in this “Saloon” is shitty tonight. I think it is country night. – Bradley – but Johnny Cash is always a treat.

All I have to say is that we would have never known until we arrived and I am glad we came to Ketchikan. I can’t say it is a place I would want to live and I never felt passionate about cannery work to begin with so maybe it’s for the best that we will be on the road sooner than expected. It has been a lovely vacation with the best of company, dried mangoes, 3 lbs of Cheez-Its and coastal rainforest. And lots of hearts. I am happy to be reunited with my love and dearest Aden, also sad that he won’t be in our company for the rest of the summer. I love you all very much and feel like I am reminded of you constantly. It has also been great to have a change of scenery, even though the changes I have encountered have not always happened according to plan or occured as fluidly as expected. That is travel though, adapting to things that are not convenient, normal, or that could have been predictable in your previous existance. It has been teary, yet euphoric to be on the road. Change can be like the vile cough syrup that heals you in the end, but it can also be the cigarette smoke paired with coffee on a foggy day. Love and miss you all.

Yours Always, Smash



it’s a rainy day in spokane-town…
July 13, 2009, 10:52 am
Filed under: Alaska Travels

Greg and Aden, the last of the Alaskan-bound adventurers left Sunday morning for Ketchikan. I got a text late last night and they made it safely to Prince George, BC. They’ll drive most of today to Prince Rupert, then hop onto the ferry to Ketchikan and meet up with Brad and Ashley…ready to conquer the canneries.

It’s a bit gloomy at the southside (it is, after all, a rainy day). And living with just three other people is quite an adjustment from the last two years of my life. Living with a large group of friends had its challenges, to be sure, but I can say definitively the benefits outweigh any negative. Greg and Aden leaving heightens how much I miss everyone who left. I wish I could see you all! I’m sad not to start my own adventure, but excited for everyone else.

So good luck to Aden, Greg, Bradley, Ashley, Spencer, Mr. Shnobot, Shiloh, Kristin, Red-rums and everyone else: I miss you dearly.

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Gayda Live at the Fairview
June 25, 2009, 1:17 pm
Filed under: Alaska Travels

Gayda the band finally got to play out of town, where might you ask? None other then the historic Denali Fairview Inn! Every Tuesday is open mic night at “the view” and Greg Spencer and I managed to round up some instruments that didn’t belong to us (like every show we’ve played) and negotiated with Stu the Australian who runs open mic each week and got to play a quick Gayda set. It was one of the most fun shows I have played and it was definetly rewarding to play again with Spencer and Greg. We rocked the view one way or another, whether it was because we were good or because we were loud and not the normal acoustic covers singer. Anyway it was a blast and there were a couple hand drummers that joined us which were kind of annoying but also fun at times. After we were done one of the hand drummers said, “that was like some real sonic youth shit or something” and I said “yeah, have you heard their new album? It just came out,” and he replied with, “No man, I have been in Alaska for the last three years.” This is a funny response and puzzled me because there still is internet in Alaska?!? He must be living by the river or something like that.

And the best part of that night was when this guy Seal who plays in a pretty cool band came up to me after we played and said, “Ok, I have a metaphor for what you guys sound like, If Sonic Youth raped Modest Mouse and had an iligitamate child!” Ahh, second Sonic Youth reference, (Watch out Sonic Youth! Gayda’s coming!) Anyway they probably just compared us because we both are noisy and loud.

In other news Spencer, Greg, and I did the Ring Of Fire yesterday, which are these hot wings from my work that are seriously hot. The deal is you eat between 6-8 hot wings each with out any water and you do it as fast as you can because if you take your time it just burns more, and by the time you get to hot wing 4 you are sweating and on the verge of hallucination. These hot wings really take you places. By hot wing 8 you are in another place, and you have had about 3 schooners because you can’t drink water so you are feeling tipsy on top of the FIRE.

Well we are about to embark on a canoeing adventure. Oh and Kickball last night was great as usuall, I pegged a guy in the back as he was heading for home plate and it knocked him over right before he could make it. It was the highlight of my kick ball career.

Bradley



Wednesday Kickball
June 5, 2009, 3:04 pm
Filed under: Alaska Travels

So everyone back home would love this game. It is like most games organized in the backyard, whatever game it is we are playing plus a beer in your hand. So this is Kickball but you have to have a beer in your hands at all time, and if you drop your beer you have to pick it up before continuing play, and if you play without one, it is an automatic out, and people are serious about this one and (i think) only rule. I just remembered the five run rule. 

About everyone comes out to play, we had enough for three teams and ample amount of fans, who also participate in the beer in hand rule as well. There is sliding and diving and it is very entertaining to watch people try to catch flyballs with a beer in hand, it usually splashes into their face. The best was the guy who thought it was a good idea to run the bases with a 40, not smart, haha. 

 P.s. Richard Dreyfuss is Spencer and I’s camp neighbor. Here is a picture of the real Dreyfuss.
Jaws!