My time in Anchorage was more fulfilling this go around. I was able to walk through Earthquake Park and see the Art Museum downtown. I was on foot, but the ability to walk around without the fear of bears and/or straying to far from camp was none existent and that meant I could walk miles without stopping. It was liberating.
I stopped at two local breweries, The Sleeping Lady Brewery and the Glacier Brewery, which were extremely enjoyable. Then to close the night out I caught the bus back to Chris's house. At the bus depo, I was caught off guard on how scary it was. As it was getting dark the locals did not look friendly or well kept. I was glade that I looked on the slightly rugged side from walking all day.
The flight to Oregon was almost unbearable. For some reason I was completely impatient, the girl I was sitting by didn't help much either. She irritated me so that I focused on everything she said, analyzing and finding fallacies in every argument she made. Terrible, I know, very shallow of me, but it was almost uncontrollable. I justified my behavior by saying that Bill Bryson sometimes rants on the stupidity of others in his books so I couldn't be that bad, I mean Bill seemed like an all right guy, but there is my ill form of logic for you, ironic I know.
So, now for the main reason I wanted to write this blog. I'm back in school and so far I am loving it. I am so glade to have gotten back and just haven't stopped moving since I got of the plane. It makes me focused and in control of my future. When I have to much open time I tend to loss some focus and the lines of rationality are blurred. But as of my mind feels sharp and my spirits high.
