holy shit, i'm back in alaska!
playin banjo on the front porch of my *trailer*, drinking miller high life with the neighbors and happily living the life of a college-student-migrant-worker. except that i didn't have to cross any borders to get here.
except that i had to stop in seattle, which always depresses me. everyone there always looks so upset!
so yeah, i am back up here for another magical 3 months, living in a trailer on the edge of the farm, working and hanging out like a happy bum. last weekend we went to a bluegrass festival, which apparently was code for post-apocalyptic dustbowl hippie hell in the middle of the forest with teepee camps and people on drugs that the government doesn't even know to ban yet. shit was REAL.
if you've ever seen Mad Max: Beyond the Thunderdome, picture Bartertown, except with more bluegrass and you'll have a general idea of what was goin down.
the last couple weeks have been pretty fine- drivin the tractor, workin on my shovel muscles, messin with the chickens and talking to my 14-year old local coworkers about people making meth in town. yup, it is a party here on the farm.
saw a moose yesterday. glared with suspicion.
i feel weird cause i didn't update this thing while i was at school... but then, i feel somehow okay about it too. i mean, i went to college, there were lots of parties, i went to some classes, worked as a lifeguard, tried to avoid hippies in tie dye smelling of patchouli giving me massages, and then spent spring break in a swamp. woo!
yup, aaannnnd now i'm back on the farm bustin ass and reveling in the lawlessness that is alaska. bahahaha!
except that i had to stop in seattle, which always depresses me. everyone there always looks so upset!
so yeah, i am back up here for another magical 3 months, living in a trailer on the edge of the farm, working and hanging out like a happy bum. last weekend we went to a bluegrass festival, which apparently was code for post-apocalyptic dustbowl hippie hell in the middle of the forest with teepee camps and people on drugs that the government doesn't even know to ban yet. shit was REAL.
if you've ever seen Mad Max: Beyond the Thunderdome, picture Bartertown, except with more bluegrass and you'll have a general idea of what was goin down.
the last couple weeks have been pretty fine- drivin the tractor, workin on my shovel muscles, messin with the chickens and talking to my 14-year old local coworkers about people making meth in town. yup, it is a party here on the farm.
saw a moose yesterday. glared with suspicion.
i feel weird cause i didn't update this thing while i was at school... but then, i feel somehow okay about it too. i mean, i went to college, there were lots of parties, i went to some classes, worked as a lifeguard, tried to avoid hippies in tie dye smelling of patchouli giving me massages, and then spent spring break in a swamp. woo!
yup, aaannnnd now i'm back on the farm bustin ass and reveling in the lawlessness that is alaska. bahahaha!