In Anchorage

JD and I met up in Anchorage at the end of my Arctic adventure. He was just finished with a month of gill-netting in Bristol Bay. (Note his manly beard.)

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moon dog said…
but what about the uber hip seatbelt shoulder bag?? how manly is that!
5/1/06 12:56
Anonymous said…
great story of your hike, thanks for taking the time to share it. I was always so tired and never got around to writing in the old tent. Foot care is such a big deal - I know the pain. Birdie
6/1/06 18:30
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