I almost feel sorry for the poor bastard with TSA that has me pull these bio hazard boots off at the airport. Almost.
This was certainly an unexpected turn, but I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty stoked to get to see my family, my nieces, my friends, my Dingo, my old stomping grounds in the woods, and let my chest hair grow on the fishing boat again. And of course, see just enough of Anchorage to remind me why I keep swearing I'll never go back. I really mean it this time. This is it.