Monday, June 18, 2012

Travel day–Tok to Rika’s Roadhouse, Delta Junction, AK

Leaving Tok, it looked like this. That's the Short Bus with Stuart, Remi, Herschel and the Gray Haired Lady driving in front of me. Liz and Nan were out front.

Our caravan loosed up a little today. Mitch left for Fairbanks. Liz, Tina, Nan and I meandered toward Delta Junction. Several stops along the way. Nice vistas. One of the interesting things that I noted, is lots of the males in AK must “re-grow” one of finger digits every winter. They wear them out in the summer when us travelers come up and irritate them with our driving, parking, and in general I think just being here. But then Nan said some of the females were ‘fingering’ at her while she was driving around Fairbanks.

You know Texas men may hate your guts for taking up the road with you big rigs and delivering all those funny accents at the local coffee shop. But, they love your money so much that most of them just grin (they know you will be gone by April Fool’s day) and give you the five finger to the hat salute. You just never know you got five of ‘em instead of one. Such gentlemen we have there!

We explored Rika’s Roadhouse located just outside of DJ. Some interesting history in these parts (yeah, I know in the other parts too). Just thinking that these women had to be really tough to handle this life. No Wal-Mart up the street or in the next town. You had to wait on the next ‘boat’, mule team, or rascal.

Now this is just a perfect 'family' portrait!

Liz upped us for dinner. Was tasty food.

Interesting domestic fowl. They are Slavic chickens. Can't remember the name so I'll call them 'pouty hens'.

Neat sheep, too.

I went and dumped and then filled with water. I am still having the water problem. It falls out of the ‘over-fill’ pipe. Will be calling Winnebago about that when we get in the airspace to make calls.

The rivers and little “lakes”, we call them ponds down home, will have swans, ducks and geese on them. You can hear the shorebirds calling, but they are so well cloaked that you have to have the scope to see them. Not enough time when you are traveling to do that. We will have more time once we get our rigs serviced and re-supplied and settled down a little bit. At least, I’ll take the time for that.

On towards Fairbanks.

1 comment:

  1. Too funny. When they come for the winter down south, we call them snowbirds. I always wondered what they call them when they come north in the summer? Great post. Strange chickens.