I left Alaska a month ago, almost day for day. It was late October and Fairbanks was beginning its slow decent into deep-dark winter. The sun, which I’d seen pull effortless all-nighters in early August, was starting to get lazy, never showing much before 9:30 AM. It was getting cold, too, but not insane cold. [...]
I was first introduced to Fairbanks’ infamous Boatel in Dawson City, Yukon. It came in the guise of a men’s sized black hoodie with the bar’s full moniker printed in white letters across the back: The Boatel Sleazy Waterfront Bar. It was a chilly night in Dawson City. Around four or five in the morning, [...]
Since mid-August, I’ve been living in a dry cabin outside of Fairbanks, Alaska. For those unfamiliar with cabin terminology, “dry” is a euphemism for “with no running water and some sort of outhouse nearby”. The cabin is on a dirt road off Farmer’s Loop, the last house before the cul-de-sac. At the end of a [...]