Clean is a relative word on the road.

A baby wipe can feel like a spa on a plane or in the woods.

But I’d feel an embarrassed, grimy mess showering with nothing but on the way to class.

At Eastern Mountain Sports last summer, the kids heading to camp didn’t care about the soap, while their moms fretted about never getting the smell of the great outdoors out of the kids.

The solution: Dr. Bronner’s. It’s an all natural soap sold at camping stores. At home, I probably use a half dozen soaps to clean my hair, face, dishes and clothes, but Dr. Bronner’s claims to do it all. How this works I don’t know, but somehow it does. And it sells, despite a label with terrible design (two colors, all text). Being all natural means it’s acceptable for environmentally delicate areas, such as state and national parks.

I’ve shopped our local coop for years, but just learned they carry Dr. Bronner’s in pump jugs for wholesale refills.

Fresh…

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It’s a brownday in South Central Alaska where normally the skies are crystal clear blue and the air is so crisp and fresh we see tourists walking around inhaling deeply just because they can. 

Where’s the dust coming from? 

Well it certainly isn’t smog.  We don’t have enough vehicles in all of Anchorage to produce the brown haze outside.  As it turns out, the air is filled with brown dust and smoke thanks to two events thousands of miles away.

One is a dust storm in the Gobi Desert…that’s right….Mongolia.  The smoke is coming a plethora of wild fires raging in southern Siberia.  Between the two the air of the last frontier is colored a nice urban spring brown and my lungs feel like they got whisps of cottony fibre stretched through them. 

Rain is forcast for tomorrow…hope it comes and knocks this stuff out of the air.  In the meantime I think I’ll try one of those SARS masks on for a bit.

Basil