Well, peeps - after eleventy hundred hours of travel, I am writing to you from the lovely Inn at the Creek in Ketchikan (Ke-tchi-kan) Alaska - green and cool, the Inn is surrounded by snow topped mountains, which to this plains grrl seem very sharply faced and seemingly endless. The Inn sits on wooden pylons along the Creek and once hosted the Red Light District - filled with tourist spots, it focuses on rogering of another kind now. The trip was uneventful, and suprisingly pleasant (even the attempt a paleo meals was rather good - and hot and served sooner than others!) - thank you my 'sister' Lyndall for getting me aisle seats - much appreciated. So far, so good barring a couple of discombobulations, which I will share with you as a lesson on what
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