GIRDWOOD - I have to admit, I've
outgrown the camping scene. It's just a burden like an outhouse or running;
you'll do it if you have to but otherwise you'd rather not.
So…day two into my Alaskan adventure
and I've not had to unpack my tent.
Getting settled in I familiarize myself with the power strip for
electricity, the mountain of folded blankets near the door, and I determine the
interior walls have been sprayed with a white foam insulation - probably
mandatory, considering this is a year-round facility.
I also notice the head pop up and look
at me through the rear window.
"Oops, you caught me taking a
pee," said a woman with a big unashamed grin.
It was TJ, Jim's soon to be ex-wife.
She lived across the gravel driveway in a modest, wood shack with a rooster
thermometer, a white Christmas wreath on the door and over the entrance, T.J.'s
Cookies spelled out in sticks.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know anybody
was in here," said TJ. She was perky, a free spirit, and she just showed
me where the facilities were located - in the woods, behind my room.
TJ was a hippy and reminded me of
someone you'd find in a reality show. In her mid-50s, shoulder-length white
hair, round wire-rim glasses; she ran a cookie-making business out of
her home. "I have to make 8 dozen cookies for the upcoming July 4 art
fair," she said.
"You're welcome to come over
later for a beer and a bowl if you like - just don't call the Federals on
us," she said - again smiling and walking quickly across the driveway.
And YES, for all you smarty pants, I, too,
wondered what 'kind' of cookies she'd be serving at the upcoming art fair. I'll
assume it's nothing Paula Deen would ever whip up - not unless she tried
to revive her career by starting another cable TV cooking show co-hosting
with Snoop Dog.
"TJ"
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