The Great Northwest

I'm going to embark on a drive to Alaska, and back, in a couple of weeks with my old friend Abe in my '97 Subaru. 6 weeks, 8,000 miles, a 4-day ferry ride through the glaciers and fjords on Canada's west coast, impossible numbers of mosquitos, impossible numbers of black flies, enough caribou sightings to make caribou herds seem boring, enough bear sightings to make ravenous man-eating bears seem boring, 21 hours of consecutive daylight, traversal of every road in the Yukon Territory, lots of retirees in motor homes along the way who help us with camping and auto maintenance stuff we don't know how to do. Maybe they'll let us use the flush toilets in their RVs, and cook us pancake breakfasts. I don't think we're going to be able to sleep normal hours since it will never be dark. We're going to be 1500 miles north of where Insomnia was filmed, and we're going to be there close to the summer solstice.

It beats writing life insurance call center software, or more exactly getting brought in to do so slightly better than someone else could do it.