Alaska is a beautiful place, but sometimes I miss the conveniences of “The Lower 48,” as we say here.
Earlier I wrote about my troubles retrieving my mail, but there are other things I’m not used to.
Another thing that’s weird at my house is that we don’t have trash pickup. We have to haul our own trash to the dump.
Now I know this shouldn’t be a big deal, but it’s still strange to me to load up my trash in the car and drive away with it.
One good thing is, since it’s so cold out, there’s no bad smell at the dump.
As my husband pointed out: Frozen trash doesn’t stink.
I’m not sure how it will be in summer, though…