Ephemera
Happy Wife (HW) gives scale to the prison yard’s watchtower at Spring Creek Correctional Center, Alaska’s highest maximum security prison.
Gotta be the prettiest backdrop of any prison I’ve ever seen. Oh, my bad, I meant “correctional center.” Presumably because it offers rehabilitative programs for prisoners not serving life sentences, like Robert Hansen, who I’ve mentioned here before. He died recently.
I suppose nobody cares if a lifer gets corrected.
Imagine, thirty years after incarceration: “Hey Robert, still get off on kidnapping woman in Anchorage, flying them to remote places in Alaska then raping and killing them?”
“Yup.”
“Yeah, well, no matter. Not like you’re ever getting out of here anyway. Unless you live to be 500 years old. Ha ha.”
He died at 75. I wonder, do sentences carry over if you’re reincarnated?
We stopped for that photo op at the prison during our bike ride to the end of Nash Road.
On the way I snapped an Usie by a waterfall:
Why I appear inflated with air I can’t say.
Earlier, on our way out of Seward, the Alaska railroad. Seems like only yesterday I was putting my “peeps” on the train back to Anchorage after the bike tour was over. Sniffle.
