I am not afraid to admit that I am afraid of frostbite

March 21, 2009April 23, 2015 / carrot quinn / 8 Comments

I’m in Alaska. I’m almost to my destination! I’m in a hotel room with the heat way up, washing my dirty t-shirts in the tub. Tomorrow I hitch the last 200 miles! I think the Canadian gods played a cruel joke on me today, on account of my pretentious blog title. Not afraid of winter, … Continue reading I am not afraid to admit that I am afraid of frostbite

Slow. the fuck. down.

March 17, 2009April 23, 2015 / carrot quinn / 14 Comments

I’m in hotel in Whitehorse, with the couple I’ve been traveling with and a new ride, a young man from Colorado, he’s got a job on the pipeline, was driving to Anchorage straight from seattle without sleep, almost didn’t stop at all until we told him we’d spring for this hotel room. He was shooting … Continue reading Slow. the fuck. down.

I am in winter.

March 17, 2009May 2, 2009 / carrot quinn / 2 Comments

I'm in a hotel room in Fort Nelson, BC, and I can't sleep. It's 22 below outside, the snow is glistening, drifting, fine space-dust beneath the streetlamps, air so cold the ground squeaks and the wind bites your fingertips with little teeth, and I can't sleep. My craigslist ride is fast asleep, snoring, his glasses … Continue reading I am in winter.

Did I ever tell you about the time I hitch-hiked to Alaska and met my father?

February 6, 2009 / carrot quinn / 12 Comments

.No? Well here, I wrote you this story. (Oh, and don't forget to nominate me for best lesbian personal blog- every day until the 9th. Remember to confirm each vote through yr email, or it doesn't count!) The Elephant and the RockDid you ever just want to go north? There’s a lot up there, you … Continue reading Did I ever tell you about the time I hitch-hiked to Alaska and met my father?

Dirt & Gossip on Sarah Palin

September 8, 2008 / carrot quinn / 4 Comments

An incredible amount of information on why Sarah Palin is a douchebag, from the Anchorage Daily News- read it here McCain, you're going down.

The young adult novel that was not my childhood

August 19, 2008February 24, 2009 / carrot quinn / 4 Comments

Arctic Boulevard was a barren expanse. There wasn’t much within walking distance. There was a 7-11, a party supply store that sold balloons and stickers, a used bookstore with stacks of dog-eared stephan kings. The last apartment I lived in with my mom, the one on Arctic Boulevard, was by far the most depressing. We … Continue reading The young adult novel that was not my childhood

I Had A Dream About My Mother Last Night.

June 28, 2008 / carrot quinn / 3 Comments

And I never, ever, ever, ever have dreams about her. It’s like my subconscious has thrown all of my childhood into a deep hole, and has been frantically shoveling dirt over it all these years. It’s disappearing- a little more each year, like a dream after waking. I’d better write it all down, before I … Continue reading I Had A Dream About My Mother Last Night.