I loaded up Maggie and went north to Trapper Creek and Petersville.
More flowers are blooming:
Wild Geranium(Geranium erianthum):
Wild Rose:(Rosa rugosa)
Nannerpuss says "I smell a bear foot print".
Miner Shanty:
Dutch Hills:
We made a stop at Talkeetna for a beerewski a the West Rib. Downtown was swarming with mosquitoes and tourists. One train and eight tour buses unloaded the folks with no agenda.
They were just walking around in a travel coma. I bet they were on a boat a.k.a. "$h!t barge" for a week and then offloaded onto a bus or train and shipped up to Talkeetna before they paused at Denali for a night. There were a few people picking guitars, mandos and banjos in the pavilion that looked like seasonal locals. I had to get out of downtown quick. Next stop the old graveyard:
Walking the back roads I found this old chunk of steel from Michigan's hay day:
Then it was back to Girdwood where the resort keeps most of the people couped up. home Sweet Home.
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