Once in Alaska, I went on a 12-day glacial traverse in the Chugach Mountains. On the penultimate day, when we were to descend from the ice field, the instructors (it was a class, when the UAA outdoor education program still ruled,) woke us up at 2 am for a 4;30 start. I declared that we were waking up before we even went to sleep. And tonight is the same. In four hours my nieces are graciously driving me to the airporter express, and I will begin the 17hour journey to Moscow: the first point on the line.
Too bad I am suffering a groin injury from, of all things, bowling. But it was worth it to have such a happy family celebration of my mom's 85th birthday.
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