The Interior. Suprisingly flat, once you get over the Alaska...

The Interior. Suprisingly flat, once you get over the Alaska Range. And warm. I spent the day in a t-shirt and flip-flops. Went on three different dog walks.

Now I am drinking vodka and grapefruit juice. Cheers.

In Alaska, I am the only person with small dogs. Everyone has big giant killer dogs. Me, I got little tiny cute ones.

I resolve to have only small dogs from now on. Screw you and your giant dog that you wish was symbolic of your penis.

Here in the Interior, you really meet the people you think Alaska is made of. I like it much better than the coastal areas. People still have outhouses around here. They don’t have electricity and that’s ok. While ordinary Americans are wrapped up in the Walking Dead, these guys are chopping wood so they don’t freeze.

This, my friends, was what I came looking for.