Driving home from the airport last night I saw someone out for a runner. Not just someone, an actual runner as determined by clothing and technique.

It was 1:30 AM.

And then later in the morning when I was warming up for our rollerski workout I almost skied into a black bear. I was watching the pavement for cracks and didn't notice the large black thing ambling across the road until I was almost upon it.

Yep, it's good to be back in alaska.