No, I did not die on my alaska trip. Things went great and I have some awesome stories to tell. I kept up a pretty detailed journal and daily account of things that went on and plan to post a lot of it here. I can’t do it now though; I’m way too tired.
My flight leaves Maryland at 5:20 today and I’ll arrive at 8PM in FTL. Then I’ll probably go home and say hi to the dogs, Jason, and Stu. Then, I’ll sleep a long, long much needed sleep before work tomorrow.
Glad you are safely home, J. Now I understand how my parents felt when I drove from Virginia to Santa Fe… and I was at least a year older than you are now. But oh, yeah, it was 1977 and I was a girl.
Does the fact that it’s 2004 make it better or worse?
Good question. I’d say it’s a draw. The world is less safe now, but it’s much more acceptable for a young woman to do what I did.
I want to go to Australia…like…really bad…and play with kangaroos….OH OH and pet a koala bear..because they rock.