Exploring Nature: Alaska Ice

This hot weather reminds me of the best iced tea I ever had.

I was somewhere in the wilds of Alaska, at an isolated tourist lodge which I had reached by flying in on a pontoon-equipped airplane from Fairbanks. The plane landed in a river and taxied up to a wooden dock in front of the ledge.

After settling in, we all gathered for dinner at an outside stone grill with blackened iron bars over smoldering embers. I noticed fat was dripping down on the bars and asked the proprietor how he kept the grill cleaned. I imagined he would say he used some sort of abrasive.