It even smells like the 1970s!

Let us take a step back in time into the early 1970s when functional meets...that funky 70s smell. Welcome to the 1971 Aristocrat truck camper. My new road home. It isn't any Jim D'ville Airstream camper, but it will have to do. Plus I got it for $500. This guy is not complaining.

The ukulele / truck revolution

When the threat of your man card getting revoked gets thrown around because you play ukulele and have a prissy dog you have to do something. The most natural course of action is to go out and buy the largest truck you can find and then drive it fast... everywhere.

The outhouse and a frog's ass.

Here is a new video I just got done with editing. I am getting better at this video thing. Just give me a couple of years and I should e half descent.

This is the time of year every Alaskan is waiting for. The time of year when the sun crawls higher in the sky (we are gaining 7 minutes of light a day), the days grow longer, and people start to emerge from their cabins and humble abodes to bask in the midnight sun.  This is also the time of year I'm reminded how living with an outhouse isn't all it is cracked up to be.

During the seven months of winter outhouses aren't that bad. "But you have to go outside in the winter to do your business" one might interject.  This is true, however, blue sheet foam is a god sent and if you make your toilet (I use that word loosely) seat out of foam it will be instant butt temperature once you press your cold cheeks onto it. It really is a miracle of modern science. The trick is keeping the rest of your body covered from the elements. This is harder than it sounds, trust me.

Some other various disgusting things occur around the outhouse during the winter, but they cannot hold a candle to what is in store for the summer outhouse user. Flies. Evidently poo is fortafied with all the essential nutrients for flies and other insect type creatures... go figure... Nothing says I hate my life like running out to the shack on a hot day and having to slap the seat several times and then run away while the cloud of flies that you scared make their way for the exit. Anyone ever seen the movie Ghoulies from the 80's when the monster jumps out of the toilet and kills the guy taking a crap? Well it is kind of like that with less danger of being eaten by a toilet bowl sized monster.

The stalagmite has fallen and the era of flies is upon us. God help us all.

Just a few more weeks of clearing trees by myself and I will be ready to bring the bulldozer in to start the creation of Alaska's only ukulele festival with it's crowning jewel, The Ukulele Russ memorial amphitheater. It is going to be quite epic and HUGE!!! Lucky for me it is quite far out in the willy-wacks. Can you say, "no one to complain about the rocking"?. I thought so.