What did the Alaskan sourdough in a beatup pickup truck with a cigarette wagglin' around in his mouth say to the bleary-eyed Northeast-born cheechako squeaking along on her bicycle at 7:30am this morning?YOU ARE NOT A MOTOR VEHICLE. Get off the road!
Hey, I'm glad he decided to use his words (and not wheels) to make his point. Me n' old bones...hardy a pair though we may be...are probably no match for angry old Alaskans in big cars.
IN OTHER NEWS: David and I have been dutifully attending what is probably the most kickass series of orientation events we'll ever have the privilege of participating in. There were great speakers, there was free food, really cool other interns AND WE GOT TO GO HIKING. Some photodocumentation: 
We walked up the middle where the snow is and hung a left, onto Little O'Malley.
We walked up the middle where the snow is and hung a left, onto Little O'Malley.
Anna, Anchorage native, is interning with Alaska Youth for Environmental Action (AYEA). We went to their fundraising event after hiking, which was a hoot and a holler and a whole lotta wet/smelly interns socializing, eating salmon and having fun.Anyway here we are, starting our hike at Glen Alps trailhead (also gets you to Flattop) on the Power Line Trail.
David, with his 'I'MA BE FIRST ON TOP OF THAT BIG HILL' grin (he was first GO NEW YORK).
They say when you're attacked by mud you're supposed to raise your hands up high and yell in a low voice and move around and otherwise make yourself as big as you can. Here, I show off my madd mud survival skillz.
This is one of the dogs who bravely hiked with us, and also the 800-ft hill we later cruised down. Apparently the fancy French word for sliding down on one's butt is 'glicade' (pictures later!). 
Congregated at the top of the hill - notice the tiny hikers in the background hiking along the ridge, that's the way we went.
David, with his 'I'MA BE FIRST ON TOP OF THAT BIG HILL' grin (he was first GO NEW YORK).They say when you're attacked by mud you're supposed to raise your hands up high and yell in a low voice and move around and otherwise make yourself as big as you can. Here, I show off my madd mud survival skillz. This is one of the dogs who bravely hiked with us, and also the 800-ft hill we later cruised down. Apparently the fancy French word for sliding down on one's butt is 'glicade' (pictures later!). Congregated at the top of the hill - notice the tiny hikers in the background hiking along the ridge, that's the way we went.
A view of the dog crew from the ridge toward Little O'Malley. Amazing perspective up here.
You can see Anchorage in the middle right, and Mt. Susitna across the sound. 
Le Intern Mountaintop Luncheon.
That island out on the sound is Fire Island where the wind energy is at. 
Here we are playing a game called 'Big Booty'. Yes. Yes, we did.
Here we are preparing to glicade.
HERE WE ARE GLICADING.
Here is Jess, post-glicade.
Aaand, in case there was any doubt, this is brown bear country.
More updates later...
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