Nenana, 11:30 p.m.I could definitely get used to this whole "twenty hours of daylight" thing. It's a little disorienting at first, though. It's weird to see drunk people stumbling around downtown Fairbanks in broad daylight, 11:00 p.m. or no. Also, daylight sort of makes one feel obligated to be awake, which can do weird things to your daily schedule. I don't even want to imagine what it would be like to live here during the winter. Alaskans come from hardier stock than I.
We're back in Anchorage this morning after our foray to Fairbanks. Driving through the mountains was just amazing, and it's continually surprising to me how remote everything seems here. Even the larger cities feel a little bit like temporary oases. I get a sense that they've just pushed the wilderness aside and might be overtaken again at any time.
So far we've hiked in Denali, seen a concert, slept in a train car in the best B&B ever, learned the correct pronunciation of Tanana, relaxed in the Chena Hot Springs, visited the Museum of the North, and seen a variety of wildlife including four moose, many hares, grouse, a porcupine, a marmot, and what may have been the first documented sighting of a Alaskan Mini Hippo. Momentous!
Three more days to go. Who knows what we might see next?
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Are you ever going to write a travel book?
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