It was 2007 summer in Alaska
7 am Driving through gigantic Mountains, as big brown, meese could be seen from green pines. Buff white as snow mountain goats gripped the points of the brooks range.
I was on a bus on my way to work as a chef/cook at the king salmon. The bus driver had Peter Paul , and Mary playing on the stereo, 500 miles, 500 miles. If only you were there. Only could be there, and see and feel what i saw, and felt that day, those days, and summer. It was beautiful, and exotic.
Breath taking, Huge Ginormous! Man would love to go back, one day.
Sled dogs galore, and furs, and eskimos, women, lights, stars, fire, ice, pizza, list goes on and on.
No comments:
Post a Comment