I write this from Anchorage Alaska, marking my first visit to AK and the last state of the 50 to set foot in. It seemed like a moment worth sharing. The sun is out and there are snow-covered mountains in sight. I see a morning drive after breakfast to have a closer look. I'm here on business but the milestone has strong significance for a Kentucky guy who never dreamed of such a thing.
Some of the other states have barely seen my shadow. I drove from Boston down into Rhode Island, got out of the car and walked around a parking lot, got back in and drove back to Boston's Logan field to fly back to CA. Not much of a visit but feet on the dirt count. There are more stories to tell but they all sound better with a beer.
Some of the other states have barely seen my shadow. I drove from Boston down into Rhode Island, got out of the car and walked around a parking lot, got back in and drove back to Boston's Logan field to fly back to CA. Not much of a visit but feet on the dirt count. There are more stories to tell but they all sound better with a beer.