Earlier this week I made a day trip to Nome for work. I'd never been to Nome and I was pretty excited for the chance to see it.
The morning flight left at 6:00am. Let's do some backwards scheduling on that:
boarding at 5:30am;
arrive at the airport between 4:30 and 5:00am;
leave the house 4:15am;
wake up 3:30am;
go to sleep 8:30pm for at least 7 hours of sleep;
in bed with a book before 8:00pm.
I did some hard core preparations that involved a light dinner, sleeytime tea, a hot shower, some melatonin, and an eye mask.
I'm surprised it worked so well, but that 3:30 wake up time was brutal even with setting all of the alarms.
One of my first stops in Nome was for coffee. I'm not certain if the mocha tasted so good because I really needed it or because it was made well, but I didn't care. It was enough.
I got my first glance of the (icy) Arctic Ocean, and got to see Nome's annual tree forest of discarded Christmas Trees. I didn't see any wild muskox, but I did meet some wonderful people.
I flew back that night was home by 10:30pm, which made for a very very long day and I'm still recovering. If I get the chance to go again I will make it an overnight trip.