Look to your Eskimo friends

Greetings from the north pole...

Andy, I will now proceed to give you a variety... even a smorgishborg... or perhaps you could call it a plethera of reasons why you should drop everything, including your lease, and join us in our quest to harness the last frontier.

After a brief stint of being homeless, we have a place to live. We live in an apostate church. That's right, the landlord of the unitarian church has rented us a room and so for this month we have a place to live. Other living options included a tent, an RV, and my personal favorite, the tug boat out in the harbor (just a five minute row to shore). Our neighbors are friendly, one has terrets and plays violent video games all night. The only exchange we have had is when I gave one distinct knock on the wall when he was screaming the F word progressively louder and louder at 4:45 in the morning. He stopped and then said, "You mother f-er banging on the wall! I'm going to beat the sh*# out of you!" Needless to say, soldier Dave sleeps by the door.

The people here are insane. Each one we meet could have a whole new chapter of Napoleon Dynamite style films based on their lives. The lady that is renting to us looks like the penguin from Batman. She gave us the biggest cargo van that they made in 1992 to drive all summer. We are going to paint the bottom of her boat with her and then she will take us fishing all summer. She brought us fifty crab legs yesterday, cooked and caught that very day.

We purchased MOUNTAIN bikes (andy say it like the mountain dooo comercial we made and it's more fun) and we have been MOUNTAIN Biking around town getting to know Juneau (rigby wedged in the mountains, with have of it on a neighboring island where we live).

The glacier (say it like its a french word glass-eee-eire) is freaking sweet and we might go check that out today since we have only seen it from across the lake.

As soon as we get our van today or tomorrow we'll be exploring the trails and enjoying sasperillas at the Red Dog Saloon (sweet sawdust-floored old school saloon).

If those reasons aren't enough for you Andy... I'm here. Isn't that enough?

Keep representin everybawdy.