In the summer of 1995, after studying for and taking the bar exam, I went to Alaska for just under a month with my friends Matt and Cory. We planned to tent-camp around the state – from Anchorage to Denali to Fairbanks to North Pole to Chicken to Dawson City (Yukon) to Wrangell-St. Elias, to Valdez to Seward to Homer and back to Anchorage. Just reading that itinerary takes me back and makes me tired at the same time.
About 15 years ago, my boss was invited to give a presentation in Hawaii. By “invited,” I mean required to go, although it hardly seemed like a hardship as we suffered through the depths of a brutal mid-Atlantic winter. After all, they were going to fly him out there, put him up at some hotel on the beach, give him a per diem and all he had to do was give an hourlong talk about a topic about which he was already an expert.