A-L-A-S-K-A

We dared Walter to get us to Alaska and instead of revealing some silly crush he has on a german made Sprinter, he took the dare.  I think it was the best dare I’ve ever been a part of.  Better than daring my cousin to run naked through my grandmother’s yard. He took that dare as well because, as we would find out much later in life, he secretly liked boys and liked them looking at him naked. 

More to follow in the days ahead.  About Alaska, not my cousin.