It's 4 am in Anchorage, Alaska. I just spent the last three hours trying to sleep on an airport bench with my earphone buds in to try to block out a comercial free country station and the lady over the intercom that reminds me every 15 minutes that it is a code orange travel day according to the TSA, and that security won't like it if I try to sneak liquids into the airport. Right now I'm on the second floor observation deck trying to chase the warm air that has suddenly left the terminals. The wifi on my laptop is broke, so I'm keeping myself warm by typing this out on my iTouch, which takes considerable patience. When I get into Fairbanks I have a reservation waiting for me at the Princess Lodge, where I plan on sleeping (warmly) until I get hungry enough to wander around town looking for food. I've already read my book (The Alchemist) and the battery on this is almost done, so I'll probably wander around until it's time to leave, check in and brave security again. Without bottles of liquids, of course.