Seems odd, definitely surreal, sitting in a wooden chair in a guest room of the McKinley Chalet Resort, writing this blog entry at 20:56 local (Alaska) time, strong WiFi signal connecting me to the world not far from the tallest mountain peak in North America, Denali, also known as Mount McKinley.

A land/sea tour for the comfortable middle class, sharing the wealth with hearty bodies, providing this moment.

The surreal continues…

Yesterday, my niece stood next to and shook the hand of the President of the United States of America, a photo of the two of them together appearing on MSNBC and Reuters International.

Today, my wife and I rode on a train that stopped in Wasilla, Alaska, USA, home to a former U.S. state governor and U.S. Vice President candidate, Sarah Palin.

But this is more than a journal entry in a travelogue.

This philosophical dissertation in miniature asks, “I know my destination but do I know where I’m going?”

What are we doing here together, you and I, observing a minute spot in the universe?

What are we trying to accomplish by interacting with the tour director/concierge, driver guide, train staff and hotel gift shop clerks?

In a moment like this, we live.

We allocate resources not only for larger missions outside of this spacetime but also nail down this spacetime in words and images.