Email from a friend
A friend sent the following email this morning after I told him I was going to move into the cabin in Talkeetna:
Holy sh*t, you're out there. At the foot of snow-capped mountains, next to a river.
Apart from the contiguous 48 states. Wild animals at your back door. Are you ok? Everything alright?
Look, I don't think you should ever cut your hair or shave until you rejoin us, ok? LMAO