The Return from the AK

Well I think it is only fitting that I post a few pictures that were taken along my drive up here and a recent hike to an old mine. I have quickly found, as evident by one of the first pictures while driving north through the Yukon that this place has a lot to offer. I used to think that God’s beauty and work were the Alps…don’t get my wrong, but I have had the privilege of seeing another area that His hand has touched. Ray, I know what Iraq looks like and we have already established that he took a nap during that area of the world. However, the beauty the AK possess can not be explained. I only hope that each you take the time to come and visit. And yes that is the first brown bear I have seen, I am not sure what he meant when he stared at me but I am pretty sure it meant that he could eat me and no one would know. Now let explain something. Actually I don’t have anything to explain right now except for a simple complaint. I used to be somewhat frustrated with urinals that don’t have stalls or guards or what have you. Not because of peepers or something but I hated it when someone with a full bladder would let it go and I would get sprayed with their waste. By the way it is not sterile and Pegg shouldn’t have drank it that one time. Anyway, yes I am a stage freight guy. Not that I typically urinate in front of others but I have had my fair share of pee tests mainly because of my career not my usage. And with out fail I have to drink to moment of bursting and a bitter taste in my mouth before I can flow…and it is painful. Back to my point with the stalls, I have encountered a bigger issue. At one of my stops across North America (many stories to come) I stopped with the urge…to pee that is. I come in and there is one urinal in a public bathroom but it was no joke 6 inches from the only sink. No problem right…wrong. The toilet flushes in the pooper stall. A large, and by large I mean whale of a man, comes out and despite the fact I was already struggling for air decides to wash his hands. This is the one time I wish somebody wouldn’t have; much like Aaron. Nevertheless he begins to wash his hands. And I don’t know what language he was singing the birthday song in but he must have taken nearly a minute. Mind you my relaxed body state and normally easy flow as now ceased. Because he was touching me. Not in a “red light” kind of way but in the “he was large and his love handles were crowding my personal space” kind of way. I thought someone staring at you while relieving yourself was bad enough, but someone touching you whose bodily odor is still present in the room and taking 7 days to wash his hands; is perhaps the most uncomfortable and painful thing I have been through. Next to watching Aaron poop in the back of someone’s car…ask him about it.
I will be posting more soon, some pointless and some meaningless…I mean worth reading.