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No actual pictures or video of last weekends wedding, but a couple videos of some of the weeks festivities have  made it online so I might as well put them up as relief from the recent sailing theme around these parts.  Above is a video Scott put together of our trip down 6 Mile Creek  with Chugach Outdoor Center.  Bellow are Wilsons’ attempts to break up our post wedding hangovers with some homemade model rockets (plastic water bottles and duct tape) which struggled to make it 100 feet in the air.  Good times.

I’ve been realizing that while I have posted hundreds of pictures of the places I visit in my free time, I have thusfar failed to post anything that would enlighten the handful of non-Alaskan readers as to what it looks like here in town where I somewhat unfortunately spend most of my time.  This may, if I feel ambitions,  become a continuing series throughout the remainder of the summer.  I’ll start out with a basic rundown of what people drive who live near me drive.

First up is my local liquor store clerk Vinny, who protects his Mustang with a parking cone.  Although his car has been hit on numerous occasion by his own drunken clientele, he still refuses to park behind the store.  He considers the parking cone a double win, not only is it protecting his front bumper, but it also brings increased attention to his beloved car.

The El Camino enjoys enormous popularity amongst my neighbors.  This house,  previously featured around here for their incredible no trespassing sign, always proudly parks their El Camino in their driveway, and commonly stores 4 wheelers, Dirt Bikes, strange plastic vats, or extension ladders in the back bed.  Since taking this picture this house’s inhabitants have acquired an additional El Camino (forest green) that came with a white topper.

Again, here is a pair of dueling El Caminos a 5 minute walk from my house.  The broken early 90s wood trim television in the back is worthy of a couple of extra points.

The El Camino is so loved in this little neighborhood some people have even branched out and purchased a copycat Dodge Rampage 22, a model I never knew existed.

This is the local Ice cream truck that I would love to claim was driven by a pedophile if it wasn’t actually driven by a large women with huge 80s rocker hair.  While listening to this thing as it wanders through the streets near my house playing it’s stupid tune I’ve become convinced that someone driving around blasting metal and selling cigarettes and booze out of a pickup truck would make a lot more money then this women trying to take a couple quarters from the kids.

In what must be the worst omission I can think of, the Smithsonian has failed to honor NHLPA 93 in it’s The Art of Video Games exhibition.  Worst decision ever, I couldn’t be more upset.

Hunter got some nice video of crashing my snowmobile Sunday, midway through a gorgeous sunny day in Whittier.  Enjoy, and if your still bored, Tom has a little bike action from Salt Lake to share,  and the story of a snowmachiner being rescued from a crevasse makes for good reading.

Dog cut a slideSo, after suffering in the office all day, I’d made up my mind to get some front range skiing in this evening.  While getting dressed Wilson arrived from Alyeska and decided to join Sue and I in our plan to head up to Arctic Valley.  Unfortunately, the gate just past the golf coarse was shut, rendering Arctic Valley inaccessible so we went up Hiland Road thinking Harp would deliver some nice early evening light.  Both Wilson and I were pretty suspect of the snow, and decided on a mellower shot that looked to have slid recently.  It skied fantastic, both Wilson and I cruised to the bottom without incident.  Unfortunately, Sue (the dog) decided to head lookers right into a rocky wind loaded area that popped.  She swam to the lookers left and was all but out of it when it propagated further and she got slammed again.  Thankfully, despite tumbling numerous times she kept up the doggy paddle and escaped to the lookers right just as the slide was settling and quickly ran over to us.  We’re thinking this might be Sue’s last day skiing for the year.  My shot of the slide from lower in the valley is posted bellow, sorry about the poor quality pictures, all I had was my GoPro and I didn’t have any video either.shot from lower down the valley(click for big)

Jai Alai can't be fixed or they wouldn't play so aggressivelySo a night of playing the 2-5-7 Q Box at Dania Jai Alai has got me hooked.  The racquetball – horse racing – keno like combination makes for fascinating sport.  The heckling of the pelotaris (who’s every mistake is greeted as proof of being on the take) by physically upset degenerate gamblers adds a touch of comedy to the occasion.  Enjoy the videos, and if you find yourself in Florida check it out, the relative scarcity of the sport makes it unlikely a single experience will send your  life careening into a Jai Alai handicapping abyss.

If anyone was wondering about the lack of posts I’m in Abaco, doing they type of important research in which I  discover that the only Bahamian bill without a mustache is the 5.

Enough with the blue skies of September Labor Day skiing, now its time for some early season “real” skiing in which mostly results in copious amounts of hiking and little skiing.  This years snow pack which has slowly crept down the mountains has made for great early skiing in Crow Pass.  Usually hiking up Crow Pass in the winter results in risking your life in a horrible terrain trap but this year, with the snow situation it has been safe.  As you can see in the pictures, the early season terrain on the Jewel, Milk, and Raven glaciers in Crow Pass will get the mind skiing activated and further cloud your decision making on where you want to ski this winter.

I was back in Michigan a couple of weeks ago to see the family and watch the WMYA regatta (The Westerns) on Spring Lake.   As the regatta rotates between various clubs, and since I now live in AK I hadn’t seen the Westerns at Spring Lake, my home yacht club, since 1993.  It was a fantastic time, which I really don’t have then energy to attempt to describe around these parts.  Anyway, in between beers and rum drinks I put my GoPro on my cousin Charlie’s tiller for a race and the results were pretty encouraging.  I’ve edited a bit but tried to keep the more critical tacks, jibes, and rule 42 violations.  Enjoy the race.

Since moving to AK my summers have lacked time on sailboats.  Yesterday, after a morning of World Cup games Hunter and I drove up to Big Lake for the Alaska Sailing Club open house.  We were greeted by the commodore the moment we stepped out of the car, and were given a brief tour of the facilities before heading out for a short sail on a Buccaneer 18, the fleet they race up there.  While out on the water hunter played around with his GoPro for a bit, opening up a lot possibilities.  Some footage from the A Scow Nationals has given me a number of ideas for some sailing videos, but so far I only have the short clip from yesterday bellow, enjoy.  I also have to mention that everyone at the Alaska Sailing Club was incredibly friendly, although they drink quite a bit less then you’d see at a Michigan Yacht Club.  Anyway, great times, hopefully I can make it for a Wednesday night race or two out there.

Well, I had promised to post a preview, but every time I’ve come around to writing something it has either been a horrible string of cliches or so long and drawn out it’s unreadable.  So I’m going to keep it simple and post a list of who I think will move on from each group, and encourage all of you to do the same in the comments.  At the least this will be another opportunity for me to look stupid.

  • Group A : Mexico, Uruguay
  • Group B: Argentina, Greece
  • Group C: England, Slovenia
  • Group D: Serbia, Germany
  • Group E: Netherlands, Cameroon
  • Group F: Italy, Paraguay
  • Group G: Brazil, Portugal
  • Group H: Spain, Chile

And everyone in Anchorage is encouraged to watch the late morning games with me at the Polar Bar, should be good times.

    Jeff (author of the octopus ink article) is currently living down in Ketchikan and spent Memorial Day halibut fishing.  Apparently he forgot a gaff and decided to land this thing with the help of a 15mm wrench.  I can imagine Brad yelling “quit horsing it Jeffe” throughout the entire clip.  Enjoy the video

    UPDATE: Anyone looking for some skiing content should check out Seb Montaz’s trailer video of 4 routes on the north face of the Aiguille du Midi. (Hat tip to Chamonix Insider)  And Joe Stock has posted lots of local goodies.

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