"Where the People are Unusual..."

Where I'll be spending most of time. It's kind of the ugliest building on campus, but whatever. At least, when spring begins, the students drop watermelons off the roof? 

Because every town needs an arch made of moose antlers...

Where I went running in the mornings. Yes, it's a pond. Yes, it's still mostly frozen at the end of April.

 

My "I hope the bears don't get me while I'm running" face.

I think he'd win. Even in his taxidermic state.

I don't normally have such an audience when I'm using the outhouse...

Hey, look, Santa's my neighbor! Well, the 40 ft creepy looking version of him is my neighbor anyway.

This concludes my photo montage of my trip to Fairbanks. Obviously, I'll have more to tell you when I'm actually living there. But for now, here are three reasons Fairbanks is where I belong:

1. My hands didn't sweat! Not once did I have to nervously wipe my hands on my pants before shaking someone's hand. This is huge for me.
2. Dress is casual...all the time.
3. We went to eat at Silver Gulch Brewery one night. Their slogan (printed on their pint glasses, t-shirts, and coasters) was, "Fairbanks. Where the people are unusual and the beer is unusually good." Enough said?