Hun on the run

"I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

Money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy goats.

Alaska: The Last Frontier

So, I was looking through an old journal from 2012 and during a road trip in a completely occupied fourteen passenger van (apart from one seat that was open before we picked up a hitchhiker four hours into the trip) to Fairbanks, AK my friend from Michigan took my journal to write in. I completely forgot he did this and I just reread what he wrote and I can’t stop laughing.

Titled: Creepy Canadian Carpool

Canadians are self proclaimed to have the highest appreciation and tolerance for long car rides. Especially compared to their American counterparts. In conveyed that this ability exists and is closely linked to the generations of Canadian families dealing with the long, cold, dark, and lonely winters of Canada. In my experience, in a 12 hr car ride with native Canadians, their tolerance (built from years of cabin fever) shows up in creepy ways. Early on our road trip, one Canadian began to go through a list of memorized pick-up lines. This was made especially strange by the fact they were directed at me and that the Canadian in question was the same gender as me (male). I also received several random side-hugs, in which the Canadian’s goatee was nestled questionably close to my face. While one of these strange hugs was in process the Canadian in the seat behind me began to stroke my neck. Thankfully, I had the presence of mind to draw the line there. But these events combined with random taps and waves left me a feeling best described by one word; Creepy!

I built a green house with my friends in Alaska and we had to put up a giant netted fence around our garden to keep the moose out. Not the bunny rabbits or foxes, the moose.

I really want to get my pilot’s license and own a helicopter and live in Alaska and give tours and charge ridiculous amounts of money to stupid rich people and make up stories about how the woods are haunted by a giant ghost bear named Samson and to keep looking for him as I secretly menacingly laugh.

Alaska Highway, No Man’s Land


dear alaska

why do little dogs live here

there are eagle everywhere

little dogs die every year

in alaska