sour toe cocktail

Well, one of the interesting side effects of doing this blog is all the feedback that I get from people.

My friend Ilona (http://www.openviewphotography.com/), who has been up to Alaska, sent along this link to an amusing story and place that she has visited: www.donreddick.com/tr_27.html The story of the sourtoe cocktail is something you won't want to miss.

Blogging. The word - "blog" - sounds like someone is about to be sick. The experience is like writing a diary, with someone looking over your shoulder. Luckily, I've done very little in either regard (writing a diary, or having someone look over my shoulder while I'm writing).
So this whole wrinkle ("blogging") on the trip to Alaska should prove to add another interesting dimension.

Self-portrait with the late Steven Stearman, the image for our first "Opening Night of the Opera" party invitation (he played in the orchestra and we did it annually for several years until he became too ill), in front of Pike's Peak, Colorado Springs, 1976.

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A New Direction

Marshall and I went to Alaska together in 2010. The vehicle that we traveled in (Marshall's Sprinter) was so enjoyable that I bought one in late summer 2011, and have begun to make frequent trips around the west. Right now, Marshall and Bonnie are in Marfa, Texas (on Facebook, check out "A Month in Marfa.") Next month, we're going to begin and post a website of postcards between artists, dating back to the early 1970s. I'm probably going to launch a new blog in the next couple of months.....travels around the west, and my work on the archives of photographers L.H. ("Ben") Benschneider, and Robert C. Bishop. Stay tuned.

Toad River Lodge, Saturday 28 August - POSTSCRIPT

A A collection of over 6,800 hats stapled to the ceiling throughout the restaurant....and growing. One of the stories associated with the place is the origin of the name....The Alaska highway was constructed in 10 months, 1942-43. One version of "Toad River" is that the engineers had to tow supplies and materials across at that particular point, and it somehow got bastardized from "towed" to "toad." There are many such strange stories and origins to the naming of places in Alaska. (I mean, why was Denali originally called McKinley? (other than his recent assassination....he never visited the place.)

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