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Day 11 - 7:00 PM
Sarah Palin, here I come
It's Friday eveing and the warm sun is sinking low in Vancouver as I sit in my backyard, contemplating the adventure that commences for me in mere hours. Tomorrow morn, I catch a 06:20 flight to Seattle, Washington, in the USA. From there, I climb aboard an Alaska Airlines flight to Anchorage, Alaska.
I've never been to Sara Palin's Alaska, so I'm quite excited to experience its grandeur and the isolation that accompanies its remoteness; and I'm secretly hoping that my Blackberry is nothing more than a fishing weight in the spectacular desolation. Too much connectivity would definitely defeat the prupose to some degree, and frankly the electronic tether has been taking its toll of late.
As much as I'm excited about immersing myself in the harsh environment of the far north, I'm equally apprehensive doing so. What if the weather turns against us? What if we lose another Cayenne? Or something worse? These thoughts worry me, especially as I read some of the log entries from Matt and Lesley that soldiered through the first two legs of this once-in-a-lifetime adventure. But as they say, "no risk, no glory." Those words couldn't be any truer.
So I will fire-up the barbeque and get tonight's dinner sizzling. I suspect this vestige of anything resembling a warm spring day is about to be replaced with icy temperatures and flying snow, and truthfully--I couldn't be happier! My next dispatch will be from the road.
Rob