We have been staying in the most sterile, anonymous Hilton in Anchorage, surrounded by chain restaurants and big box stores, but right across the street is this sprawling patch of wild birch forest. If my life ever goes completely to pot I am going to run away to Alaska, buy a log cabin on a mountain just outside Anchorage, acquire a huskie dog, and volunteer at the Botanical Garden. I've got it all worked out.
Meanwhile, we are about to return to our real lives, and I am hoping mine hasn't gone completely to pot. The food really is so much better in the lower-48.