We've gotten a late start by a day, due to my own foolishness, but now we're off.
It seems that to drive to Alaska, one must wake up excessively early and promptly second-guess all of one's cold weather gear one has packed thanks to the breeze coming in through one's window. Parkas are lacking in my attempts to save space for Shelby's worldly goods, as well as to have the magic number of bags to fly home with little fanfare, my figuring that I can just wear a lot of my clothes if it gets freezing, but I am grossly unsure. And chilly.
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