Last Day Off...

...Well, until the big month-long period of unemployment that follows our stint up here in Alaska. Another one of my students went home yesterday, bringing the grand total of students in my clan to six from ten. This one had a death in the family, so I'm not taking it personally just yet. He was very upset, but by the evening he really didn't want to go home since there's only a few days left. Eros and I went biking all over town again today to try to buy some gifts to bring home, but everything was touristy crapola and since we're practically natives we scoffed at the prices for smoked salmon and decided to just catch some ourselves and have it shipped home instead. Seriously.

We got caught in a deluge on our bikes on the way home, which was fun, and then went over to Ken & Chelsea's place for a big salmon BBQ. Sweeeet. Seriously, Midwest salmon completely, utterly, 100% sucks. We dined on a freshly caught 30-pound king salmon that Chelsea's dad grilled to perfection. Oh, that was tasty.

So now Eros ran off to play a pick-up game of frisbee with some local frisbee geeks (he's had a sick craving to play frisbee the whole time we've been here), and I'm just trying to lay low so no one bothers me. We might sneak out for a beer later, but don't tell anyone, ok?

Oh, yeah. We're coming in on Monday night. Anyone want to pick us up at the airport? Hmm? You'll get the first crack at whatever wild game we can bring on the plane...