[jet_silver]

My sister lives in Anchorage with her family. Anchorage is three degrees of latitude south of Nome. This is about 180 n.mi. as the crow flies, assuming it doesn't freeze to death. Maybe it should be as the Canada goose flies. It's also less than the difference in latitude between San Francisco and L.A.

And my sister -can't wait- for her husband's tour in Anchorage to be over. They hate it. You can't sleep without blackout shutters in the summer, and you can't wake up when it's dark all day long except for a mid-day Reduction of the Gloom. And getting anywhere in the winter, which lasts seven or eight months, is a chore. They also get moose in their back yard (a moose is like a Clydesdale with a hangover, stupid, ill-tempered and powerful) and bears where they go fishing half an hour's drive from their house.

Going to Alaska sounds like a good plan if you can go on a nice warm passenger ship with plenty of whisky aboard. If you don't like that idea, Stockholm's latitude is 59N, and Stockholm's full of nice Swedish girls and akvavit.