Lost in Alaska?
Not really lost just slightly disoriented.
To give you some perspective, traveling in
It's the biggest state in the country.
The funny thing is there are only 4 major roads here, No interstate highways as we have no other state to connect with, only
I went on a fishing trip earlier this year to an area that I was not familiar and was excited to be going to a new place for some great fishing. I was meeting people who had drove down before me and would meet me there. The directions given were somewhat similar to ones that we would give when I lived in
After a few turns I find the right place and spend the day with everyone fishing. A few times I have taken my dogs but this trip I was solo and after a great day fishing was planning to drive back home that “night”. It was in our time of the year where there is light all of the time so I would leave and drive back before the “twilight” period set in.
As I leave the fishing area, I try to retrace my route back home. I screw up immediately by turning left instead of right. When that road runs out, I make another left and go to the end of that road and realize . . . I'm lost. Well not totally lost but slightly disoriented. I turn around heading back like I came and made another turn and drove for a little while. Now it is sinking in to me that Omigawd! (This is a Southern expression) I'm lost in the wilds of
Wait a minute; I'm close to
Me: Excuse me, could you tell me how to get to
Him:(Scratching head) 1?
Me: How about 9?
Him: To get to 9, you go back down that road until you come to a little bridge. Turn Left on that road which will take you over the mountain, and that will run right into 1, turn right and you’re there.
Me: Cool. Thanks.
Him: Oh, one more thing. You'll see a topped out tree right before the bridge it was damaged by the high winds last winter.
Me: Thank you sir.
(By the way, real southerners are usually very polite, so I continue to be even though I am no longer in the South. It's a habit that is hard to break after all of these years. I usually don’t get riled up unless I deal with stupidity and then it makes me go nuts.)
Back down the road I go and look for the topped out tree. I didn't see it and while looking, I cross the little bridge (and was it little) and missed the turn. Go another half mile and think, was that a little bridge I crossed? Didn't look like much of a bridge but it was. I go back to the little bridge, turn on the road, and go over the mountain and get to 1 and start my drive back to
I make it to Portage Glacier and my check engine light comes on. This can't be a good thing as I don’t work on vehicles. I look at the temperature gauge and it's pegged. This can't be a good thing either. Better pull over to the side of the road, which I do and then I hear a Popping sound! Water sprays out in and steam is coming from under the hood. I know now this really can't be a good thing. Crap!
Slowly I pop the hood and get out of my rig. Looking under the hood and not being an auto mechanic know I am in big trouble. I can see water spraying from the hose on the radiator. I know from my past troubles working on vehicles that this is really not a good thing. I have my cell phone. For some reason, I have a weak signal here but I'm able to get a call through to AAA for a tow truck. I am right in front of one of those roadside tourist food shacks so I walk over and grab a quick bite to eat while I wait for the engine to cool down and the tow truck to arrive. Now I can see why so many tourists stop at this little mom and pop stand along Turnagain Arm. The food was quite good.
The AAA person said he'd try to have the tow truck there in less than an hour and in about 35 minutes the tow truck shows up and I tell the driver we need to go to Anchorage to the dealership.
Him: Ankerage?
Me:
Him: All the way ta Ankerage is gonna cost ya a bit.
Me: (biting the bullet) Yep. But I don't really have a choice unless ya know someone who can replace a radiator hose on a Sunday afternoon in
Him: Don't reckon ah know no one who ken do that.
So Leroy gets my rig on his truck and off we go to “Ankerage”. I know his name is Leroy because it's written on his shirt. Leroy is missing half of his front teeth. This is
It turns out Leroy is a retired long haul truck driver from
* About now some of you are probably saying ‘you elitist s**t head’. How dare you make fun of this
I like Leroy. Remember the map of the 2000 election? Ya know the blue and the red one? Leroy is one of the people in the red. He worked hard for forty years. He's 63 years old and is still working. He is one of the people who have made this country great. He lives in a small
There are lots of Leroys in this country. Right now whole big bunches of young Leroys are enlisting in the Army to fight our war against terror. During Desert Storm, a lot of Leroys joined up to serve our country in the military. I met a lot of Leroys when I was in the Army in the late '60's and early 70’s. Leroys are very patriotic. They are also very polite with lots of yes sirs and yes maims. Their mommas and daddies slapped the crap out of 'em if they smarted off and back then no one called the cops for child abuse when people were disciplining their children. As a result, children were better behaved. I even met some Leroys from
OK, back to this story. We make it to
So now I'm stuck. After a couple too many Guinness now I have wandered from where I started out this blog with an amazing fishing weekend story and how nice it was to fish a new area and I ended up talking about an Alabama redneck. How do I end my tale? I don't have a good ending line like I usually do (or at least try to). It’s late and after my Guinness I will say, how about this?
This country will stay great as long as we have people like Leroy in it.
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