Day 35 Wasilla-Palmer

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!!!!

Day 34 Denali to Wasilla

Another cold and rainy day at Denali.  46 degrees this August 2nd morning and the wind was 18 -25mph, gusting to 35 right out of the SW, dead on the nose of our bearing.  Boy, that drags down the fuel economy.  We left the RV park and stopped at Denali for one last attempt to see the mountain.

                           The scenery was nice but the weather was disappointing, low overcast.

                                                            No mountain, no critters.

Should you take the train into Denali (like from a cruise) you will travel across this trestle in Denali.

                      We headed out of the park SW towards our next stop, the weather dreary

                                                We had to stop for pics at Hurricane Gulch

                                  When you're driving across this 550 ft bridge, you stay focused.

                                                             260 foot drop to the river.

                                          Mother nature wasn't the only show along the way.

                                            You couldn't help but take a look at Wal - Mikes

                                                    Finally Wasilla, looking for our girl Sarah.

No Sarah sightings but we did find our RV park.  Look behind the sign - I think we found cousin Eddie!

Ever wonder what Gail and Pam do when we arrive at a destination?  Being the Ministers of Finance they handle the registration when the work of the Ministers of Transportation's work is done.

                                                                              G'nite!