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This is Alpine, Texas, a small town in South Texas that I passed through on the train ride to Santa Monica, where I have arrived, safe and sound! I passed through Alpine this same time last year. The buss dropped me off and I hitchhiked a hundred miles south to backpack in Big Bend National Park, one of the least visited, remote of all the Parks. Strange that I should pass through almost precisely a year later.

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Writer. In the summers, I live and work in the incredible state of Alaska, in the bush community of McCarthy; I pass the winters in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California. I'm working on a memoir-based nonfiction book on the American Dream. I blog, quite frequently, and I also have a novel in process, set in Alaska.

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