August 7th - 9th

Boone's Big Alaska Adventure



Hi, it's me - Boone, the Adventure Dog.  Five and a half pounds of pure personality, stuffed into a van with my humans. Mom says, "Get in the Van," and next thing I know, we're off to who knows where.....

Do I like the van? Hmm...maybe? Not sure, Feels like a roller coaster - up, down, up, down, - and just when I'm about to doze off, Dad finds a pothole the size of a small pond. They wonder why I'm not a "good sleeper" during the day. Uh, hello? Dogs are supposed to get 18 hours. I'm running on three.

But...I have to admit, we've stayed at some cool spots. Two nights ago we camped by a river with a family of ducks. They floated juuust out of reach - taunting me. They know I'm not a big swimmer. Then Mom and Dad went to some hot spring pools (no dogs allowed, rude). They came back all happy and 'relaxed," and I got to play in the parking lot while they made breakfast. Fair trade? I guess.

We go on plenty of hikes, and I love to run around, but I have to stay on the leash - much to my chagrin. I'd rather run wild, but Mom keeps talking about "big bears" and "Eagles" out here in Alaska, so...leash it is. My absolute favorite time, though, is when we go for a bike ride. I get to ride in my special backpack, perched on Mom's back, looking over her shoulder as we race down the road. Wind in my fur, bugs in my teeth - the good kind. It doesn't get any better than that.  It's a dogs life!

We also went to the North Pole. Yep, the North Pole.  Well, really it was just North Pole, Alaska, but still it was pretty cool. Dad got to go see Santa's reindeer, but Mom kept me back. Something about "not scaring Santa's reindeer" so I still get treats at Christmas. Smart woman. 

On the way to Delta Junction, we passed an Air Force base - planes roaring overhead all night. Pretty sure they were protecting us. From what? No idea. Probably squirrels... they are pretty big here in Alaska. 

Tonight, we're at Deadman Lake. Seriously, who names these places? First Deadman Lake, next stop Destruction Bay. Humans are weird. Still...it's peaceful here. The water's clear, the air's crisp, and I'm curled up on my pillow between Mom and Dad. 

Worst road ahead is tomorrow? Bring it on. I may be tiny, but I'm mighty.

Until next time - Boone, The Adventure Dog, signing off.

P.S. - if this trip gets any bumpier, I'm demanding my own shock absorbers





Comments

  1. Georgia BurkeAugust 10, 2025 at 8:17 PM

    Hey, Boone! Thank you for the update! It’s nice to hear from you and to get your perspective on this trip! I’m super glad that you’re enjoying your adventure! I’m looking forward to seeing you & your Mom and Dad when you get back to Reno! Continue riding with the wind! Big Hugs to you , Mom & Dad!!

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  2. Joey DAugust 10, 2025 at 8:30 PM

    But does a Moose speak 'Boone'?

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  3. Carol PerersenAugust 11, 2025 at 8:52 AM

    Love this! Boone is one lucky dog!

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  4. DeviAugust 11, 2025 at 8:11 PM

    Hi Boone my little Buddy. I've been seeing your photos, but so nice to hear from You.
    I'm enjoying being a fly on the van roof, hearing about all the most amazing places you Nesby's have been visiting.
    We miss You, Mia and I.
    Take care, be safe. Love You Littke Buddy🩵

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