Fairbanks. The mountain is hiding, but we have time to wait. Seven days till our reservation at denali. 55°f and rain today. One of the party not feeling well.
Trying to feel like I'm back in the USA. Successful mostly. Dollar works. Gas at 4.50, down from six bucks. Roads better. But still knowing home is 75 hours of driving time and 50 days away. At 10:30 darkness will be here (sort of) in a couple hours.
Traded out my black swoosh tennis for the waterproof boots today. Walked the dog behind the motel; through a narrow band of trees - found a correctional institution. Barbed wire, warning signs. Opted for the street signed for the old pioneer home. Figured it for an historic site. Saw an old ore car and freight wagon, but it was a nursing home. Oh well. Pioneer park is very close. Salmon bake with crab legs and prime ribs every day from 5 - 9 since 1970-something. Lots of campers/RVs over there. Just beyond is the curling club. They seem to go hand in hand with super8.
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