We had made excellent progress on day 4, better than expected, and had contemplated continuing on to Lake Takahula for a long day and just resting all day the next day, but decided we didn't want to intrude on "Takahula Kay" and Steve's residence by the Lake. We weren't due till the next day, and decided that there was no rush anyway we were'nt getting picked up till 3 or so.
| Get back into Fairbanks, rent a car, and head off to Chena Hot Springs (resort). Lovely and relaxing. See a moose by the pond at the hot springs, and a big beaver on the road. Go figure. Guess our trip was a bit too much wilderness. Check in at Billies again, and head off for dinner. We must have been quite a sight at Billies, almost everyone else there was on a much lower budget than we were, right down to the people cooking lentils in the kitchen. We however, were aviators. With nearly $1100 in plane fares, $20 on dinner for an extra two or three nights was pocket change. No trying to scum lifts to denali for us. We went north to Fox for dinner at the brewery (recommended by two guides, and also the brewery of my favourite pickaxe) but the brewery is basically shut, isn't serving dinner's that night, and has a very very lame bar. The alaskan's have a lot to learn about tourism. Sometimes you just want a souvenir, and you can't get it. Oh well.
The next day (Saturday 6th of July) we drop Scott off at the airport, he is headed to an IEEE conference in Vancouver, then Mick and I go into downtown fairbanks for brekky and souvenir shopping and tourist type stuff. We don't fly out till 1am monday morning. Look at a gallery that has painted emu eggs. Go up to the reccommended UAF museum. Nice museum. Shitty gift shop. Next stop Alaskaland. A big "themepark" in Fairbanks. Generally dismal displays, lame tourist shops. Really lame. Almost fleamarketish, very very few good souvenirs. And I was trying to spend money. Nice big air museum though, well laid out, lots of stories of Russian/American pilots during the war and the LendLease program. Lot's of RV'ers in the carpark.
Dinner at the Pumphouse. Almost an upmarket restaraunt, but not quite there yet. Caribou steak for dinner though. If I can't see big animals, I'll damn well eat them. Drop the car back at Billies, then walk down to the Marlin again. Cool barchick from last time remembers us when we walk in, and offers to bring us out drinks, saving us from the horrible line for beer there. We order a jug each, and quite impress the locals with our style. Mick with his jug and glass, me with my jug and a glass. Meet up with a variety of locals, some whom we'd met the week before, some new ones. Lots of fun. Cheer a bit for my birthday when midnight comes round, and eventually toddle off up the street and into bed.
|