Car

We finally gained a car. Actually, it's closer to a tank than a car. It is black, invasive, pimped—a gas devouring 1984 burb bearing a bottomless/all-consuming gas tank. I've issued an indisputable decree that we must continue to rely on the bus system during the week. The big guy is strictly for the two roads leading out of town.

Car got us out of town for an evening hike.
View of Anchorage and the Sleeping Lady across the inlet.