I've given Jimmy a lot of grief over the 6 months we've been here because he's gotten to travel to the US for work a number of times and while those trips are for work -(stick hand to forehead now, sigh heavily, and act like a martyr) - he's gotten to go to places like Miami, Ft. Lauderdale and Key West.
The tables have turned on young James this week. The military group to which he was assigned for half of his year in Afghanistan invited him to give some lectures to the outgoing replacement troop or group or squad or unit or whatever it's called before they deploy to Afghanistan.
The draw for the trip to give the lectures? The unit is based in Alaska.
The drawback for the trip to give the lectures? The unit is based in Alaska and it's February.
Can you say "brrrrrrrr"?
We were hoping for a summer deployment because Mac and I were going to tag along for a little visit to Alaska.
But alas, Jimmy left yesterday for the trip. He had to fly from Bogota to Atlanta to Salt Lake City to Anchorage, a total of about 15 hours flying time before you add in the layovers. He was scheduled to land last night, Anchorage time, at something like 1:00am, which was about 2.5 hour ago.
Right now, the temperature in Anchorage is 6 degrees Fahrenheit (compared to 60 degrees in Bogota).
Double brrrrr.
The high today is supposed to reach 24 degrees, and tomorrow, the forecasted high is 29 degrees. That'll feel like a bonafide heat wave. A snow shower is predicted for Friday, which might be a nice treat before he takes back off for Bogota on Saturday morning.
Mac and I have asked that Jimmy bring back a live moose. We feel that will be sufficient proof that Jimmy really was in Alaska. In the absence of a live moose, we will take smoked salmon or a young bear cub. Your call, Babe, if you're reading this.
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