In 2000, I worked in Kennicott Alaska for three summers, four months at a stretch. It is a town of about 100 people at the end of a sixty mile dirt road in the

In 2000, I worked in Kennicott Alaska for three summers, four months at a stretch. It is a town of about 100 people at the end of a sixty mile dirt road in the center of the nation's largest national park. There was a payphone, satellite, but there was a three to five second delay, making conversations difficult. It was rarely used. I wrote many letters. Now, I see friends who live there posting every so often on facebook. By phone. I miss those days, just a decade ago, when remote meant remote. I take a weekend a month now and drive the 45 minutes out of town into the higher desert of Southern Arizona and spend at least 24 hours offline. No cell service, no electricity, and even the radio stations don't make it.