On the road to and from Denali, Mike and I came across this abandoned “Igloo.” It was miles away from anywhere, and it appeared to be a gas station/convenience store once upon a time.

The white exterior of the “igloo” appeared to be papier mache, and I have no idea what its purpose was. The gas pumps and convenience store portion were situated nearby, and this building was all boarded up. Was it retail space? An interpretive exhibit? Someone’s house? A mausoleum? This was an eerie place to be. I spent a black and white roll of film at the Igloo, so expect some artsy fartsy shots, as well as some possible headshots. (The ones I took of Mike will probably be way better than the ones of me.)

The following day at the Alaska Wildlife Conservation Center on the Seward Highway. This grizzly bear and I made eye contact. We have bonded. I plan to e-mail him regularly after I return home.

The black bear pen was nearby, and there was an obnoxious woman jingling a bear bell insistently in an attempt to get a black bear to awake from its slumber and perk up. I wanted her to get eaten. Fortunately, the black bear could give a shit. Of course, this just made her ring harder. In my mind, the fact that she suffered no reprisal is evidence that God does not exist, or that he merely hates bears (a possibility).