I think I lost all my dough at the pool hall and forgot to pack my rain gear. The brothers gave a good send off, but stripped me clean of cash before I left the house. So now I'm waiting at the Anchorage youth hostel for a bus, listening to giddy teens talk about their jobs in the employee kitchen, the dining room, the front desk. Yea, I'm a bellhop a year shy of an engineering degree, but don't expect me to sound excited about it. I came up for the scene and scenery, not the cash.
Bus is here.
Four hours to Denali Park. Denali National Park June 12 Way too busy to write much, so here's a synopsis. I got to the park on crystal clear day. So I go to my assigned room and find a guy named Ralph, a chick named Sam from Wasilla and one empty, messed-up bed. Man, it's a lot like home.