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Hi there. I'm Aaron Sonnenberg. I work at Blip and live in Greenpoint. You can find me on flickr, twitter or e-mail me at: aaron/at/blip/dot/com

This is home, and this is everything.

A view of the Seward Highway and beyond from the Alaska Railroad.

The train route from Anchorage took us along the highway for a bit until it eventually carved a separate path through the Alaskan wilderness.

On our return trip from Seward, we decided to take a shuttle bus as it was both quicker and cheaper. After an hour of waiting for the bus, several calls to the operating company, and an assurance it wouldn’t be long once the man on the phone was able to get back in touch with the driver, we became quite worried. Worry quickly turned to annoyance, and annoyance to anger.

Only after the bus arrived, complete with two blown out windows hastily covered by taped together trash bags, did we realize that perhaps we should table our anger. According to the suprisingly calm driver, a boat trailer had shed a large piece of metal which then crashed into the side of the bus.

The driver wasted no time helping us on-board, all the while explaining to us that the Seward Highway had earned the prestigious title of “the most dangerous highway in America.” These things were to be expected.

Of course, we had to sit on the right side in the way back of the bus, as we wouldn’t have wanted any glass shards to hit us…or to fall out of the plastic covered windows on the front left side.

Despite the wait, the glass, and the fear that the bus would spontaneously combust, the ride back was beautiful.

In retrospect, though, we probably should have opted to take the train both ways.

13 Aug 2011 / 9 notes