Again, they refuse – not denying that I’m going to miss my connection. They know now I won’t be on that flight. No chance. None. But now it’s too late in the day and there are no options.
I sigh a long sigh and stand frustrated waiting for the boarding to actually begin.
They ran out of rum.
This is quite distressing.
How could I drink the whole plane out of rum?!?!?!?!
I mentioned to someone recently about my adventures trying to drive a Toyota Corolla up an icy mountain road, then hiking into the face of a blizzard on a mountain wearing motorcycle boots and a light jacket...
There's the oncoming blizzard.
Yes, it was f***ing cold.
Anything for a good photo.
I forgot who asked me about posting the picture. Hope who ever it was gets to see it.
Taken at the Southside Bistro in Anchorage. This was a great warm-up coffee and late lunch after I hiked a cross-country ski trail in motorcycle boots and a light nylon jacket. I watched a snow-storm approaching from over the mountains near Flattop, high above the city of Anchorage.
Hmm... I will have to post those pictures in here somewhere, too.