Tucker Burton continues her series on the similarities of New York City and Alaska by diving into the controversial themes of money, alcohol and drugs… “to thwart future behavior is knowledge and awareness of the situation.”

I discussed similarities between New Yorker’s and Alaskan’s persona, I will now compare how both regions are exceptionally eclectic, especially with its residents, visitors and passerby’s.

A cross-cultural comparison between New York City and Homer, Alaska, in hopes of creating a clear picture of what authentic Alaskan culture sometimes involves.

Grizzly bears are not meant to be messed with unless you desire to be the next newspaper headline, “Young Female Mangled and Killed in Denali National Park.” Nope, definitely not something I wish to place on my list of things to do in this lifetime. So, why then, may you ask, is “Bear Viewing” part of many tourists’ itineraries when they visit Alaska? Or, more importantly to this story, why was it just peachy keen fine for me to head out bear viewing on Sunday, July 24th?

On Monday July 4th, 2011, most American families were gearing up for hometown parades, fireworks, backyard BBQs, and fun with family and friends. I was headed out to Ninilchik with Evan, Mimi, and Terry Mach ready for a day of clam digging: an Alaskan activity that is quite popular on America’s birthday.

Bob, the pilot, and I drove over to the airport, readied his plane for take off, hopped in, placed aviation necessary head phones on our heads, started the engine, and zipped into the air.

In this post I hope to pay tribute to the remarkable people who took me in, helped me, and made all of my experiences much more unforgettable because of their generosity and kindness.

In this housing hunt post, I hope to show a lighter side of this dismal chore in the form of a hilarious story about an incredibly entertaining and odd character we ran into in the search for our perfect summer haunt in Alaska.

I moved up north not only without a job, but also without knowing a single soul in the small, fishing village of Homer, Alaska.

So with the knowledge that Homer, Alaska was the place of the hour, well at least in the eyes of me and my two best friends Mimi and Evan, who had both decided to take the plunge with me, the big move was officially finalized and the date set for the 31st of May.