Hatcher Pass Lodge
No availability found through our partners. Please contact the business directly or check some of our recommended alternatives.
How has this hotel rated in the past?
Travelers also recommend:
- More recommendations
TripAdvisor Reviews Hatcher Pass Lodge Palmer
Travel Blogs from Palmer
JULY 21- 28
Our side trip from Anchorage took us just north of Palmer to Hatcher Pass. Anyone planning a trip to Alaska? Don't miss Hatcher Pass!!! It is a gorgeous road that traverses the Talkeetna Mountains between Palmer and Willow/Wasilla. The icy blue waters of the Little Susitna River rush along the road beside you and lead you in. …
... came flying by going the opposite direction and the bird flew away, and we didn't see another one at all. Haha. Good times. Another day, we four wheeled in Eureka out to Monument. It was winter and very cold out, but not so much snow that we couldn't ride wheelers. It was beautiful outside, and monunent was spectacular. We saw scores of moose, smalls bands of them every few miles. It was amazing. Once we reached the top of the mountain, ...
... already knew this fertile valley could produce a rich agrarian heritage, making Palmer the only Alaskan community to develop from an agricultural lifestyle. Today, Palmer is a garden hub for the state, and the unique microclimate produces amazing giant vegetables, found on display annually at the home of the Alaska State Fair. Palmer agriculture today provides food to communities across the State of Alaska. After the tour we were treated to a lunch served in ...
I thought it was time to do an entry about our camper. I know several people reading this blog are interested in that aspect - other Scotty and vintage camper owners, especially, so I'll provide some info here about our camper.
Toto II is a 15 ft. 1968 Scotty Hilander. We purchased it on Ebay a couple of years ago and drove from NC to Rochester, NY to get it. Crazy? Well, yes. But the price was really good and we had been looking for a while. It was, however, ...
... a fresh coat of paint, although I'm not sure why since most of the actual mine buildings were crumpled and the rail tracks laid in a rusty heap at the bottom of the hill. There were huge rusting gears, and pipes, and stakes that came to their final resting place in the stream flowing out of the mountain and through the town. I wanted to take a picture of a fern growing through a huge metal grate to show that Mother Nature ...