The Nearly Boring Day
Not much today, we left late from the campsite, stopped in town at the weekly outdoor market and, fortified with coffee, set off for Wasilla, home of Ms. Palin. Stopped on the way, again, at the Palmer Hay Flats and shot some more photos of the grebe, now with two hatchlings. At least one more egg in the nest. We missed a moose by a few minutes, rats. Arrived in Wasilla. A bit of a disappointment. Busy with traffic and strip centers. We did try the ice cream at Little Millers a famous stop on the way from Anchorage to Denali. Pretty good. And we are staying free at the Museum of Transportation courtesy of Harvest Hosts.
Cadillac’s Most Correct Viewpoint
What a fabulous day. We went to a place where they sold t-shirts in tents. You would think that there were enough of these places but no, the have temporary set ups. I think I am getting close to cracking the code, the sorting is a key. I got to do a lot of HP-O while the guides engaged in the tent ritual. Then we went to a very Moosey area and I talked to a few distant cousins, while the driver “peered” more than usual. One of them, Bernard, seemed to get the Rights idea. Progress. Finally we stopped for ice cream but it was soft serve, not my favorite. Yet, I quickly reorganized my frozen treat plan and ordered a milk shake, chocolate with a butterscotch syrup - genius. Perfect combination. I have an innate skill. Really, flavor concoctions are one of my most outstanding abilities. I am still famous in Maine for my Wild Blueberry, Water Lilly root, swamp water stew. The secret is a touch of muskrat fur oil. I wonder how my friend Tsion is doing, he would like my stew.
