i've been without an internet connection for the past two days, and i'm ashamed to say it almost broke me. not being able to check my email, blogs, and such makes me anxious and not a pleasant person. it's sad. the truth is, there wasn't an email that couldn't have waited, the blogosphere went on without me, and it appears that the race for president is no less ridiculous than when i last tuned in.
when i'm in the 'city' i get accustomed to certain things. my trips north seem to have a way of falling at perfect times. or is it me that grows weary of the bustle and expectations of real life, and subconsciously plan them accordingly?
regardless, friday i'm heading north for a few days. no phones. no radio. no internet. just me, sleeping in the back of the car and making photos.
also, ADN ran an article about a trucker on the Dalton last Sunday - read it here.