August 16, 1999
|I went to the pound to look at dogs that are
going to be put to sleep. Man that is difficult to see. So many dogs all caged up waiting
to be adopted or die :( It was strange, as if I was walking by the cages evaluating each
one determining which one deserves to come home with me and avoid being euthanized. But
they all deserve to live and have a happy home. Some of them looked so sad as they just
looked up at me from the corner of that sterile cage. Others barked wildly in need of
attention. I wanted to just take all of them home with me. After a few walks up and down
the several aisles I began to feel sick and had to leave.
In the early afternoon I rode my bike back over to that old train yard where Alison had slipped in the mud. After taking a few photos I rode back over to 4th ave and checked out the Myron Rosenberg Gallery. Wow, there was some really incredible photography!
I met Mike and Charity in the evening. We stored my bike and trailer at Charitys place and then began driving towards Homer. We hoped to get there tonight and have a full day there tomorrow. It was a nice ride with the sun beginning to set along Turnagain Arm. There was also a train on display just outside of Anchorage that has these giant metal blades on front. It is like a big snow blower to clear the tracks during the winter.
The evening ride was nice with Mike playing some of the same music I have and enjoy. He also played a CD of an artist I never heard of, DJ Rap, which is not really rap, but more like techno sound to it. Here are a few short sound clips: bad girl, human kind, good to be alive, live it for today, ordinary day
By the time we got to the section where they were closing the road for road construction at 11pm, it was closed, it was 11:03 pm. And they would not let us through. Then we heard a loud thunderous blast. They were blasting into the mountain along the roadway doing road construction. So we turned around and drove back about 20 miles or so to Charitys cabin in the woods near a lake on the Kenai Peninsula.
It was a small one-room cabin with no running water or electricity. She had a propane tank that operated the stove and lamps inside. Reminded me a bit of the hostel at Mosquito Creek in Banff National Park in Canada. Very quiet and secluded out here, it is better that it turned out this way so we could enjoy an evening out here in the forest near the lake.