Let’s get one thing out of the way: nobody voted for Mr Anchorage.
He didn’t file paperwork, kiss babies, or put a sign on Northern Lights.
He just showed up.
In Xtratuf boots.
With a smirk that says, “yeah, it’s cold, but you’ll live.”
What is Mr Anchorage?
Think of me as:
Anchorage’s unofficial hype-man.
Your neighbor who always knows which brewery just dropped a new seasonal.
That one friend who’ll drag you up Flattop just to remind you the view slaps every time.
I’m here to tell the stories, share the quirks, and poke fun at the weird, wonderful reality of living in Alaska’s biggest city. (Yes, the potholes have their own personalities. No, we’re not paving over them.)
What fuels Mr Anchorage?
Salmon.
Coffee.
An unshakable belief that duct tape can fix almost anything.
What to expect here
Every few days, you’ll get a fresh dispatch from me:
Anchorage starter packs.
Spicy local opinions no one asked for.
Practical survival guides (with a wink).
Moose cameos. Probably.
And it’ll all land right in your inbox, if you choose to sign up for my newsletter.
Final word
Anchorage isn’t perfect. But it’s home.
And Mr Anchorage? He’s just here to remind you why it’s worth loving — even when your windshield is iced from the inside.
Stick around. This is going to be fun.
— Mr Anchorage
Tell me: What’s one thing you think belongs in the “Anchorage Starter Pack”?