Day 73: Misophonia, Glaciers, and a Familiar Face

I flew into Anchorage just after midnight and grabbed an Uber to my Airbnb. My driver was born and raised in Anchorage and said the “winters aren’t that bad.” He loves it there. My Airbnb was in the basement level of a house and had its own entrance on the side. It was very darkContinue reading “Day 73: Misophonia, Glaciers, and a Familiar Face”

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Days 9-11: Hood River, Oregon

After breakfast in Bend, I headed to Hood River, Oregon. I kept seeing these adorable little huts with drive-through lanes, called Dutch Bros Coffee. One of the huts was across the street from my motel and I stopped in the day before. During that trip, I ordered a delicious blended coffee drink and the guyContinue reading “Days 9-11: Hood River, Oregon”

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