For a couple weeks I'd been planning a trip to Anchorage to run errands, my list growing exponentially with every passing day.
One recent day, I woke and realized I needed to go to town that day, a two hundred mile round trip. Hop, skip, and a jump.
It took four trips to the car before I felt I had everything I needed. Then I drove off without my list.
It took three trips into Costco to get everything right, and even then I missed a couple things because I didn't have my list. The day continued like that until finally I felt like I should have stayed in bed and forgotten all about this day.
The weather had been spectacular all day, after days of rain. In the early evening, I noticed just a piece of a rainbow over the Hillside as the sun caught a localized shower over the Chugach Mountains.
Eventually, I left Anchorage as the sun was starting to set.
It's 35 miles from Anchorage along Turnagain Arm to the town of Girdwood, just a bit more than one-third of my way home. It took my an hour to travel that far because I kept stopping to take photos.
Eventually, I reached home and looked at my forgotten list. I now have a new list started for my next trip to Anchorage.