Hammer Of The Gods

I took the above picture flying over the Alaska Range as I was going down to Anchorage. Work stuff.

Dang, I live in Alaska.

Then, I realized I was living a song. I know, I know, every single teenager is convinced that they're the only one who really understands what (pick your artist) is saying about (pick your issue: love, finding beer, self-loathing, zits, etc.). But this is a Led Zep song, specifically The Immigrant Song.


We come from the land of the ice and snow,
Check. Alaska has plenty of that.

From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
Check. There's enough light out at midnight to bbq by right now. We live about fifty miles from hot springs.

The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
Umm, okay, it starts to break down a bit here. No hammer of the gods found here. I've been doing drywall in the basement. I've been using a battery-powered drill. Is that close? For the record, I flew here. Let's re-write:
The battery-powered drill of drywall will drive our airplane to new lands.
No, I like the original better. Mine makes no sense! But, that never stopped pop song writers. I'll keep looking for the hammer of the gods. Is that at The Home Despot?

To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!
Umm, okay, really broken down now. Alaska has been Nationally Certified as "Mostly Horde Free." I do think, though, that Valhalla is somewhere north of Fairbanks.