go during moose birthing season (May) because they are everywhere and you can work on your ninja skills of always being aware of your surroundings. The sun does crazy things here.
everyone has a good story of how they’ve ended up here (or why they’ve stayed here for generations).
good camping. Good hikes. Lots of birds.
Same maddening anonymity as New York City but with huge mountains.
Go to Alaska. Don’t take a cruise.
If you want to fish go to Sitka. You get 14 miles of paved road and both ocean and mountain experiences in one. Call up Captain Xander and take a boat taxi to old WWII bunkers full of asbestos and drop a some fishing lines on the way home.
If you want a more urban experience and the ability to drive for hours and see a million things, fly to Anchorage and drive down to the kenai peninsula. Then stop in WaIlla to see the vagina statue outside the local high school and Sarah Palin’s former residence.
Oh and don’t go to Seward. Textbook definition of a shit hole city.
Nothing beats hiking out your back door, eating food from your friends gardens, biking through fields of fireflies, and swimming in waterfalls all summer long.
Waiting for winter to get good again so I can XC ski (a highly recommended activity).
this is carroll gardens, bk in April 1930. i found this at an antique store last week in the neighborhood and felt so lucky. it’s hanging by my front door now and i circled my window.