Roll Call Alaska 2015
I know its early but we have been planning for the past 3 months. I know its another 15 months at least till we leave but we are just going crazy... So here is our very rough plan overview. Leave mid...
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As a kid, one of the puddle-jumping trips (in the C-180) with the old man was from Los Anchorage - Talkeetna - Brushkana Creek - Paxson.
Distinctly remember spending 3-4 nights in a motel in Talkeetna that was run by the old man's friend "Alice" where we spent the days fishing....my sister landed a bigger king than either the old man or I did. Then Dad took us back to the strip (it was a short walk then) where he chased down some guy named Don and, from a kid's perspective, argued about where to go/how to get there. We then flew over the Denali Highway and landed on the road at Brushkana where we spent another few days fishing.
A few years later, I was driving the Parks when I stopped and had dinner at a lodge run by a lady named Mary...and despite the name, McKinley was not in the view.
It was only after a couple more decades that I realized how fortunate I was (at least I thought so and still do) to have met, in a casual, run-of-the-mill, just folks (i.e. not as a tourist) sort of way, so many of the Talkeetna area's more prominent folks....Powell, Sheldon, and Carey.
Easy to paint everything with the rosy glow of nostalgia, but I sure miss the Alaska of the time when the park was named "McKinley".
Distinctly remember spending 3-4 nights in a motel in Talkeetna that was run by the old man's friend "Alice" where we spent the days fishing....my sister landed a bigger king than either the old man or I did. Then Dad took us back to the strip (it was a short walk then) where he chased down some guy named Don and, from a kid's perspective, argued about where to go/how to get there. We then flew over the Denali Highway and landed on the road at Brushkana where we spent another few days fishing.
A few years later, I was driving the Parks when I stopped and had dinner at a lodge run by a lady named Mary...and despite the name, McKinley was not in the view.
It was only after a couple more decades that I realized how fortunate I was (at least I thought so and still do) to have met, in a casual, run-of-the-mill, just folks (i.e. not as a tourist) sort of way, so many of the Talkeetna area's more prominent folks....Powell, Sheldon, and Carey.
Easy to paint everything with the rosy glow of nostalgia, but I sure miss the Alaska of the time when the park was named "McKinley".
