Okay. So here is my elevator length update. Ready, inhale, and hit it aceventuratruedetective style: Alaska (may-October) was an absolute experience. The black bears peeking through the bedroom window in the night, the seasonal workers, the bushwhacking through native Devils Club and muskeg, the nighttime ocean swims lit by the fairy-like phosphorescence of the sea, performing in the infamous "Fish Pirate's Daughter", feasting on unbeatable salmon jerky, hanging Gabe and Cupcake of the Alaskan Bushwhackers, dancing on the rooftop wrapped in the warmth of the moment, mesmerized by the stars, waking up at 3 am to watch the total lunar eclipse, you name it. (I hope you have elevator music tapping in your hidden browser) By Halloween I was back in Michigan visiting friends and family, then I escaped south for some sun, back north for family Christmas and winterloverland, Atreyu (fellow AT thru-hiker, thespian and writer of sorts, an expert craftsman of miniature boats: see previous blog), a dear friend) shared with me the an opportunity for a life "power up" and I took that mega mushroom and joined the race of 274 Bowsers, Princesses, Toads, and Yoshis that were vying for, what I can now call, MY and my partner's, Blake Edward Jackson, dream job as a Subaru/Leave No Trace Traveling Trainer (more on this later). ("We are experiencing some elevator maintenance problems. Your ride will be extended for several paragraphs...) During the interview process, my two gal pals were ok vk in Cali, so I hopped a plane between interview and caught them in LA and stayed with one of my best AT trail buds and hiking partner of more than 500 miles: Turbo. Then up highway 1/101 through Big Sur, over to Yosemite, down to Sequoia National, caught a bus in Fresno, hopped off in San Fran, met with Zorro, crashed there for a couple weeks and had the most amazing homemade pizza and tried my best to understand Hebrew, found a random Craigslist rideshare with Shoji, this totally kickass, generous, funny, personable rockstar who believes in the goodness of the world and does his part in sharing it, who learned that when the Thai menu says spicy, they really mean it, and that not all girls take forever to shop (you totally rock man, come visit), stayed with my girl Bekah in Bellingham who brought light to my story through a couple glasses of wine as she shared her city, her family, and tales of similar awkwardness, and finally picked up my boy and his Great Dane from the Alaskan Ferry...we rented a car, made it to Michigan in 4 days, 3 car camps, 2 ice cream cones, and 1 detour to a small ski town bar to deliver the clipping of his old rat tail braid. From Michigan we took my sexy car to Georgia and... I put it up for sale. It is no longer my sexy car :( And then, DING! Shucks, times up. :)