Great Alaskan Roadtrip

[talisman]

See ya, bitches!

[idrivea4banger]

Have a great safe trip talisman.

[UserX]

Drive fast and take chances.

[talisman]

^Story of my life! Sitting on the tarmac at DFW.

[lowthreeohz]

Nice weather to be in town.. enjoy it

[Jester]

So cool, man. Wish I had a tiki for you to take with you everywhere on your trip like the yard gnome. lol

It is my quest to get all of my boys some tikis and bring them in person to the next Lonestar Roundup! We all need a travel tiki!

[SlowLX]

So cool, man. Wish I had a tiki for you to take with you everywhere on your trip like the yard gnome. lol

It is my quest to get all of my boys some tikis and bring them in person to the next Lonestar Roundup! We all need a travel tiki!

I'll take mine jewish

[Strychnine]

^Story of my life! Sitting on the tarmac at DFW.

Good luck, dude. Have a blast up there.

We're doing the same thing (road tripping) around the hill country this weekend in a new Challenger R/T... NO comparison though. Still VERY jealous.

[Barbie]

^Story of my life! Sitting on the tarmac at DFW.

Our plane sat at the end of the runway for over 2 hours waiting out that storm. Thankfully my connecting flight was delayed as well so I made it. I'm in Alaska trick!

[lowthreeohz]

I'll take mine jewish

....x2

[Jester]

I'll take mine jewish

extra big nose comin right up!

[talisman]

Grounded in Juneau due to weather in Skagway. Getting bored. Anything worth reading on here since Friday?

[347Mike]

Grounded in Juneau due to weather in Skagway. Getting bored. Anything worth reading on here since Friday?

Not really, but how about a pop quiz?

Question: How much are $2 bills worth?

[talisman]

I land in Portland, Oregon around 10pm Friday night. I collect my car and head to the Timberline Lodge out in Government Camp, over an hour away. The Timberline is famous for having been used in the exterior shots for the Overlook Hotel in The Shining. Pulling up, it is every bit as insidious looking as it was in the movie, especially in the dead of night with a stiff cold wind blowing. I checked in around midnight, having to summon a desk clerk with a bell. The desk said “No Rooms Available” which despite having a reservation always makes me nervous. He took the only packet on his back counter that was obviously waiting for me and handed it over. Throughout the exchange he seemed to have a small wry smile that I couldn’t put my finger on. Room was okay, creaky, (the entire damn place is made out of wood and was built it 1937) pretty offbeat, you can hear everything through the walls.





As I’m lying in bed after being awake for nearly 24 hours and trying to wind down, something hits me. When I walked up to my room, even though I know it isn’t supposed to exist, I took a look around for 237. Didn’t find it. As I’m finally starting to drift off, a bit of trivia hits me. In the book, The Shining, the room number was 217. Kubrick was asked by management to change the room number because they were afraid no one would want to rent the room. I’m the last guest. My room number is 217. Now you guys know I’m not much on superstition, being an atheist and all, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t awake for another 30 or 45 minutes digesting that fact while the hotel creaked around me. The next morning I decide to take the ski lift up Mt Hood. This old radio in the lobby is belting out rocking 40s big band music.



View outside my room:





I know you all think I’m pretty damn badass, and well, you’d probably all be right. However, I’m a big ‘fraidy cat when it comes to heights. So I’m going up this mountain, white knuckling the tiny side bar, and I realize I haven’t used the wrist strap for my camera, but I’m trying to get a few pictures to memorialize my terror. I figure they will make a nice collage at my soon to be coming funeral when I fall face first off this thing into a rock, 50 feet below. The one thing you don’t count on is the wind knocking you about as you ascend. Get to the top alive, and you can see Mt Jefferson off in the distance. Absolutely incredible. Diddle around, then start to head back. Get on the chair lift ready for another tense 15 minutes, and the guy says, here, don’t forget to put the safety bar down. Son. Of. A. Bitch. I rode up the entire side of the mountain with the safety bar up. Completely different experience, and I didn’t want it to end. It’s amazing up there.

[talisman]