So, some buddies and I decided to throw our gear in a truck and drive to Glenallen to do some rabbit hunting. G drove down from Fairbanks. You know it really is the moments like that that make life so fun. We tramped around in temperatures ranging from -5 to -15. Saw more rabbit sign than I thought possible. Killed no rabbits as I learned that a dog is almost essential. A couple birds were killed. Music was listened to, beer was drank and I got to drive on what is probably my favorite stretch of highway in the world: the drive between Glenallen and Tok is beyond beautiful.
I would have liked to spend more time with G, but the trip was as fun as hell. Hopefully we will do something like it again, and soon. I'll undoubtedly regret it as a financial decision this month, but in 10 years who will care? For me, I'll always remember the time my friends and I drove into the heart of Alaska. My friends went off and I wandered all alone down a desolate highway in -15. Who could look on this and be anything but glad as hell for life?