It's happening.
Just over a week from when we leave for the great up north, and it is finally setting in that yes, we actually are going to be spending the entire summer in the great state of Alaska. Well...it's probably great. I mean, neither of us have ever been there...but it has to at least be in the top 50% of states, right? Way better than Idaho and the Dakotas, no doubt. Please refrain from making any Iowa jokes.
Anyway, we're joining many other lost souls like ourselves in an attempt to find life's true meaning in the deliciousness of the Alaskan wilderness. We will become one with nature (not to mention the fact that we're working/living in a large, energy-consuming resort that probably harms the environment in enough ways to make Hillary Clinton tear out of one of her pants-suits in anger. Oh well, get over it. Nature will survive.).
Regardless, we're both getting excited. Jim is excited to meet some hippie-girls. Sam is excited to make fun of those hippie-girls. It's going to be a good summer.
Which gets us to the reason for this post: what are the odds that one or both of us gets eaten by a grizzly bear this summer? It's a real possibility. We're setting them at 50-1. If we were you, we'd put $1,000 down on us getting eaten. Why?
A. It would make the summer more interesting...like an episode of man vs. wild, aside from the fact that there would be no cameras and there would be an actual chance of us dying.
B. Think about it; if we do get eaten, while everyone else is mourning our deaths, you'll have a nice little payday to keep you happy. Really, you can't lose with this bet. Call it in to Vegas.
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