He had always wanted to go to Alaska. Seemed like a place that suited his peculiar disposition. Wide-open spaces, a spattering of people who have all run from something and want to be left well enough alone. Surviving months of near total darkness? Never would bother him – darkness emitted from his core. The cold? No problem, they made thermal underwear, fur hats, coats for that. They even had those chemical things you snapped and put in your pockets, instant heat. Then there were the summers: learning to fall asleep in the daylight, salmon so thick you could walk across their backs to the opposite bank, mosquitoes that would c***k your windshield. It was a rugged land of extremes, something he had a tendency to indulge in. Maybe he could find some cabin away from all these roads one day,
