THINGS YOU WILL ONLY ENCOUNTER WHILE TRAVELING WITH GREG PFLUG

Sunday, July 29, 2007


Intoxicated indigenous men roam the streets of Anchorage! I now know where the stereotype drunk indian came from. What a mess!
I'm killing time in the Anchorage Airport. Thank god for electrical plugs and free wi-fi. The entire airport smells of raw salmon. Every other guy checking in has a few styro-foam cooler full of dead salmon. I think its still cheaper to make a run to Costco for Alaskan Salmon then flying up here, purchasing a liscense, hiring a guide and boat, then shipping it home. Al Gore would shiver just thinking about the size of the carbon footprint of the average vacationing fisherman to Alaska.

I will be home Monday at 12:30pm. Anyone want to pick me up? I'm in desperate need of Barbque pork and sweet tea!

2 comments:

Chuck said...

Sorry -- no can do. Even if I leave Chicago right now, I couldn't make it. Are you going through my town on your way out west in a few weeks?

Greg Pflug said...

Nope, sorry, I'm having to fly. I will be going your way on the way to the upper missouri.