Got up early this morning.
Nothing happened all day.
Went to bed!
Just pulling your chain!
We left the park at 6:30 a.m. and went to the Shell station in town for gas. The fuel was expensive but the lady at the station was so congenial that she made up for the price.
The ferry crossing was uneventful but we talked to the First Nation man who told us he has 25 years on the ferry and is retiring this year and going fishing. He was typical of the “Dawson Spirit” that we found there.
Onward to Chicken, Alaska over the “top of the world” highway. What a beautiful drive. There were views galore of the many mountain ranges as we made our way along the ridge road for many miles.
The only animal we saw all day was the back end of a silver tip black fox.
We felt we were in Scotland sometimes because of the fog and vegetation.
We drove 58 miles before we passed an oncoming vehicle and then crossed back into the U.S.
We arrived in Chicken without any problems. However, you “can’t be chicken to drive to chicken.”
In the evening we hade a very good chicken breast sandwich with fixin’s prepared by the wagonmasters and tailgunners. Later we had a delicious blueberry crisp with ice cream desert furnished by the park hosts. This was followed by a “Crazy Hat” contest that was fun and rather goofy.
It is now about time for bed and the sun is still shining.
A super day for sure, for sure.
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