So it was a dark and stormy night...well at least in Atlanta is was. The CLC tribe wasn't able to get their flight on time on Wednesday, so Leonard and Frank who had hauled the CLC rigs up arrived before the boyz. My flight was on time and within 45 minutes of my arrival at the oh-so-classy Anchorage Motel 6, Bill, Ryan and Darryl (Ryan's co-pilot) rolled in.
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@Bodean made it late that night. Dominic had been there for 2 days kicking around Anchorage and repairing one of the Alaska trucks after his homeland denied him access to their Monarchy. Bill dropped him back in Bellingham and he flew to Seattle, then to SFO, and then to Anchorage.
Once the 5 of us met up we had a lovely meal at the hotel bar (Crown) next door and headed off for our first Alaskan adventure together, the Alaskan Bush Company. Where we were witness to things I am not sure I can ever unsee. So between the women, the bar fight, and being asked to leave (we were not in the fight, but did have a bit of a disagreement with some Eastern European stripper about what consent means in the english language). We were not 86ed...just 43ed. So the return trip on the way out was still secure. More on that later.
I'd post pictures, but 1) there was a lot more than nipples and 2) taking pictures would surely have gotten us 86ed.
Anyway, the next morning the boyz were up and at 'em early with a shuttle up to Wasilla to unload the trailer and repack and supply the truck at Mark's shop. We followed later on, purchasing easily a metric ton of beer, and did some maintenance to the 325K odometer 80-series that just drove 3200 miles to get there. All went well, groceries were procured, trucks were outfitted, and off we went to Palmer, AK where we had reservations at the luxurious Eagle Hotel. OK, so not luxurious, BUT it was $85 a night, had a bar with a cute bartender, and they served good food. #winning
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