Monthly Archives: October 2015

Kincaid Park

Kincade Park trail

A beautiful day on Friday in Anchorage. So I headed out to the 1500 acre Kincaid Park to walk some of its 30 miles worth of trails. From Kincaid, one can take the Coastal Trail, which ventures 11 miles north to downtown Anchorage, hugging the coastline.


Anchortown

The Sleeping Lady
“The Sleeping Lady” across Cook Inlet

Down in the Big City of Anchorage for the start of the hockey season.


Dear Distinguished Online Student,

UW Madison Students
UW Students lining up at Bascom Hill

After taking one online course through the University of Wisconsin, it would seem that the Badger Powers That Be, now consider me an official alum.

They are asking for money.


Buried Ford

'48 Ford F4

A ’48 Ford F4 under the snow.


Drop the puck

Gopher hockey program
A hockey primer from an early Golden Gopher hockey program.

College hockey starts this weekend across the Division 1 landscape. The Nanooks start the season with a Sunday afternoon game against the Mount Royal University Cougars of Calgary, Alberta at the Carlson Center.

With all this snow, we might as well play some hockey.


Snowbound

Buried '48 Ford


Ignorance is not an excuse, it’s a symptom

The month of September brought snowfall measured in feet instead of inches to Interior Alaska. Tuesday’s dumping brought down trees and power lines. At one point, over 21,000 GVEA electric meters had stopped moving throughout the borough. It’s been a mess.

Soapbox

I am amazed at how many local drivers do not understand that intersections with non-working stop lights automatically become 4-way stops until power is restored. I have seen an endless stream of full sized trucks flying through intersections at high speed thinking that a lack of power turns the roadway into the autobahn. Today took the cake: there was a woman in a small car with several kids was in front of me. She came to a full stop, before making a left turn and I could see that the oncoming, bright-red, full-sized, Dodge pickup was not going to stop. I still don’t know how they missed contact. The Dodge never changed speed or course. I’m sure the woman floored it when she saw the truck, but the little Toyota hardly seemed up to the task. Luckily, it was or I would have witnessed a nasty T-boning.
At that moment, I wished I had a solid, old hunk of Detroit steel to ram the bastard in the Dodge right off the road. Obviously, I would never do such a thing… I like, and need, my vehicles too much.

Off soapbox

A half mile up the road, there was a backhoe sitting on the snow filled shoulder. The operator had a chain fastened to a sedan in the ditch, and he was lifting the car out with the bucket. The grin on the backhoe operator’s face would have rivaled any kid’s on Christmas morning.