The Last Frontier (part 2)

Written on May 12th, 9:15 PM

I am writing this entry early but purposely publishing it after all things are settled. There will be no turning back. I decided that I WILL go to Alaska. A combination of signs and events have pointed me there. I was seriously on the fence as I got closer to the Northwest. I know early on I flirted with the idea and it seemed so neat because dreaming is always fun. But, it was just that, daydreaming. Well, talk is cheap. I never committed to it purely because I didn't want to be held accountable, not only by others but by myself. Then, lastly there was fear. It is a long, lonely way up there. The roads up there can be very unforgiving. The last thing I want to do is McCandless myself on the way to or in Alaska. Despite having driven 8000 miles already, the upcoming 2300 (one-way) seemed like a lot more. The combinations of hot yoga (to clear my mind), Indiana Jones & Castaway on TV, a friend asking why not since I had gone this far already, and finally, a friend (whose party I crashed in Portland) is going up there by motorcycle. So, I'm going to trust in myself, load up on black coffee & country music, and go explore the last frontier. And if for some reason I don't survive, I want my teeth donated to the premier museum of art and there's a girl in Tucson that will inherit my Volvo. Godspeed.

P.S. My phone will not work in Canada and Yukon Territory. I will try to just update this blog as much as I can. It will probably be better to email than text message me.