Wed. morning in Wasilla. Off to the farmers market.
First stop bread. Blueberry bread. Whole wheat bread. Samples of 5-6 others.
Green beans!
Green Tomatoes!
Pam tried to talk them down, but these Amish girls didn't go for her "cute look".
Have we told you, there are a lot of flowers in Alaska?
I told Heidi not to look back.
Out side of Palmer we stopped at a scenic overlook.
And saw a Golden Eagle.
Then on to the Musk-Ox Farm
Experts say that musk oxen accompanied the woolly mammoth across the Bering land bridge straight into Pleistocene North America, but unlike their massive traveling companions, the heavy-coated oxen are still here to talk about it. One might wonder how any prehistoric animal could survive the ages. Part of the answer lies in the musk ox’s unique adaptation to live where relatively few competitors or predators dare – where temperatures can dip to minus 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Surviving cold like that can be a bit of a trick. For the musk ox, called oomingmak or “bearded one” by Native Alaskans, it’s all about an undercoat called qiviut (pronounced KIH-vee-ute). The white stuff this guy is shedding is worth $90 an ounce.
A Musk-Ox and 2 Musketeers.
Sarah stopped by for cocktails after Gail's shrimp jambalaya. But she left when Lon told her that he belonged to a union and voted for Obama. JK!!!!
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