Alaska, yeah

Things didn't really start getting so America until I left Mammoth. Ski towns are full of kids from everywhere so its not really much of a culture change type thing, just fun and skiing and drunk. This Alaska business however has been something else.

When I sprained my ankle in Mammoth I was lie-in-bed-lady for a week. So I applied for a million summer jobs around the country. Because applying for jobs is some kind of hobby. And so I got this job in Alaska. In Denali National Park. Because I fancy myself some kind of nature outdoorsy person?

So l honestly think all this nature business started when I found that rad swandri in Drummond last year and started embracing some kind of retarded traveller outdoorsy look. I also blame living with the Americans in Dunedin and all their hiking business. Whatever, I am easily influenced so all that contributed to the decision to decide to go and live in the middle of nowhere, Alaska. Uhh I guess just do things because they sound fun, or whatever.

So it is the end of april, the ski season is going to end in a few weeks and I have made no plans,

apart from hitchiking, for how I am going to get to Alaska by mid may to work in a fish and chip shop. I get on the bus after work at the mountain to go home and the bus driver is this guy with all this dark curly hair that looks like a wig. A poofy wig of unnatural hair colour. And his name tag says Denali Park. So I mention I am going there, and he is driving up in his truck, and yeah sweet I will totally come too.

<---Sir Craig. He is quite mad.