30 hours later, I've made it to Whitehorse, Yukon. Internet access is very expensive here, so posting might be light for the time being. On the plus side, the sun is up past midnight.
Having been to the Yukon, much farther north of Whitehorse, a mere 100 miles south of the Richardson Range twenty-five years ago, I can recall beautiful twilight nights, endless vistas with not a soul in view much less a cajun jew. Its about time one got there. Check out Dawson for some fun. Yboa.
Hey, just a warning -- polar bears aren't really like the Coke commercials make them seem. And, no, they wouldn't like you to share your soda with them.
Okay, we're putting out an APB to the Alaska State Police. We expected you back when school resumed. Now we are wondering if you really did become dinner for some Polar Bear wandering around wondering where all the ice went . . . .
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That's it! I'm coming up there before this year ends. Oh yeah, and be careful, I've heard the Yukononians have strong anti-cajun-jew sentiments
Don't be silly. We love Cajun-Jews up here. They are great for luring the bears out to shoot at.
Having been to the Yukon, much farther north of Whitehorse, a mere 100 miles south of the Richardson Range twenty-five years ago, I can recall beautiful twilight nights, endless vistas with not a soul in view much less a cajun jew. Its about time one got there. Check out Dawson for some fun. Yboa.
I know you are back in pasty state college.
Updates plz
Hey, just a warning -- polar bears aren't really like the Coke commercials make them seem. And, no, they wouldn't like you to share your soda with them.
Welcome back (when you get back)
Forgive me, but you are Tagged.
Okay, we're putting out an APB to the Alaska State Police. We expected you back when school resumed. Now we are wondering if you really did become dinner for some Polar Bear wandering around wondering where all the ice went . . . .
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