Fishing (Coats) in Alaska
Skagway’s version of M*A*S*H
Behold… my large hand!
Boo!
More like Hidin’ Out in Alaska
Right now, a postcard of Elvis in some ridiculous fur outfit would have come in handy. Anybody got one?
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“They were new dogs, utterly transformed by the harness.”
“He wanted… to have the leadership. It was his by right. He had earned it and he would not be content with less.”
“Mush on, poor sore feets,” the driver encouraged them as they tottered down the main street of Skaguay.
“She was pretty and soft, but she weighed one hundred twenty pounds—a lusty last straw to the load dragged by the weak and starving animals.”
“With the aurora borealis flaming cold overhead, of the stars leaping in the frost dance, and the land numb and frozen under its pall of snow, this song of the huskies might have been the defiance of life, only it was pitched in minor key, with long-drawn wailings and half-sobs, and was more the pleading of life, the articulate travail of existence.”
Oh, Jack, if you could see us now.
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