Blogging's Dirty Little Secret

Tony Pierce is both a madman and a genius. He is one of the most inspirational people I have ever met. Should he really apply himself, I suspect he could found his own religious cult. He is also the best mentor a new blogger could have had. A year and a half ago, he encouraged me to write.

I fretted, "I don't have mainstream tastes. What if the readers don't like what I like?" Tony insisted, "It's your job to tell them what they're supposed to like."

Apparently the PR people also believe that is our divine purpose. So along with the satisfaction of an audience for our rants, bloggers sometimes get little perks. PR companies are happy to send along product samples and press releases.

So here it is - my dirty little secret, the magic and the wonder that is blogging. Today it actually happened.

I got beer in the mail.

A six-pack of beer. From DHL. Life is good.

day 10: Puppies!

Today everyone got up at 6am to take an 8-hour bus tour around Denali national park. The pod seemed put out that I chose not to join them. But in the last week I have seen beautiful sights from an airplane, from two trains, from a ship, and a boat, I have seen beautiful sights from a helicopter and a dogsled. How many beautiful sights can you see before you poke your own eyes out?



I slept late and hung out in the jacuzzi. I had a slice of pizza for breakfast. I saw our waiter from the night before and he was as gentlemanly and friendly as could be. He said we were his favorite table. I realized at that point who he reminded me of - Floyd the Barber from the Andy Griffith Show. A few members of our pod reproached me for missing the bus tour. Here are a few photos my mom took of what I missed...





Later in the lodge area, one woman confided to me, "Oh my God, the children are in the restaurant and we just made reservations! were you on the bus? It was a nightmare!"

We needed to escape the drama. Luckily I had found a bar the night before called the Salmon Bake that looked very promising. I had wandered in the night before looking for a bar. It turned out to be the spot where the hotel and restaurant workers all go to blow off steam. When I walked in, it was like Robert Service meets Spring Break. The place had been converted into a temporary gambling hall, and there was a big gang of girls wearing drawn-on Pancho Villa moustaches. It was not the kind of place you walk into taking pictures.

Now the party was just another tourist restaurant, although I recognized some of my fellow partiers amongst the waiters and cooks. They may party hard at night, but they work just as hard all day. Open since 1984, the "Bake" also offers cabins.



They had dozens of beers on tap, including my favorite, Kilt Lifter. This is the ale that converted me from a fan of ambers to reds.



Ralph and Mary Ann both went for "flights" (or samplers) from Midnight Sun Brewing Co.





The chowder was made with real cream and fresh salmon.



Fantastic fish and chips. this place was a total find.


Buffalo burgers to die for



and a very tempting dessert tray



That night we visited a dog breeding and training camp for award-winning Iditarod racer Jeff King. Jeff King was unavailable at the time. We learned all kinds of interesting facts and listened to all kinds of fascinating stories. But all I could think about was...

Puppies!!!









Sunset in Denali State Park