Well here we are, rounding off our first full week back in the 49th.
First week, that is, plus a couple days. But since those days were little more than a blur of boxes, cleaning supplies and the occasional “look, a new road” I’m not counting them.
Anyway it’s more interesting to count other things. Like these curiosities of local life:
The number of times I begrudged Walmart for being the closest department store to my house:
10. Ten times, in seven days.
Walmart is not only the closest store it’s the only store. The next option is 3 miles beyond.
We have nothing. I have spent the week trapped in a vortex of little time and much need. Enter, Walmart.
Of all the gin joint neighborhoods in all the world, they had to build a store in mine…
The number of times I went to Walmart:
10. Ten times.
One trip was actually to visit the bank inside Walmart. However after finishing my business there I stepped left to shop for chest waders.
So, I have to count it.
On a related note:
The number of time I’ve used the word “waders” in casual conversation this week:
Alaska. July. It’s a bit like visiting Germany without saying “strudel”. Yeah no.
On a slightly more frightening note…
The number of conversations I’ve had since arrival that ultimately turned to a bear rant:
All of them
This summer’s bear population is extremely “healthy” (as one woman euphemistically phrased it. Healthy/deadly Potato/potaato). The bears are so prolific that if you leave food out, your neighbors are likely to maul you.
Which begs the questions – wasn’t that one of the reasons we left?
Final count for the week (and if you didn’t see this coming, you don’t know me AT ALL)
The number of times I’ve said, either audibly or mentally, “Hawaii”.
That’s 3.5 times a day though I believe the bulk were said last Saturday shortly before this photo was taken.
(Beautiful Friday, stunning Sunday…Saturday, WTF?)
Alaska is great. The Mountains, the opportunity, the lifestyle…
And thanks to Hawaii, I just might survive it.