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... had to be content with the excellent film about the park and save it for next time. Then found a great camp site, fronting a creek, cooked dinner on the fire. A couple from El Paso told us they had met two Aussies 2 weeks ago, driving an Earth Cruiser. They thought we were them until they saw The Boomer up close. Maybe we will meet the Aussies on the road. Lovely quiet ...
... What a sight; what a week.
I realize that this blog entry is a little fishy, but there is a lesson in all of this: man cannot live by gluten free pizza, beer, and wine alone. It also takes a "Red" or two too.
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... on the Glenn Hwy going toward Anchorage. We did not have a park picked out, so I use the Milepost book [the Encyclopedia for traveling here] to read the advertisements. I picked the Tolsona WILDERNESS Campground. When we started down the road I nearly fainted. Ed said he wouldn't stay if he had to stay up all night, armed. We eased on in to a treed area with a swiftly flowing creek, cheap laundry, antiques to view and buy and ...
... ANYTHING that they actually did what I asked. Seems everybody wants to chase the big shells, that I don't care about, (I have a few of my own you know) instead of leaving the settings and focus exactly like I wanted.
The temperature was barely freezing after a warm wet day. I executed what may have been the least stressful, successfully ...
Well the trip from Kenai to Glennallen only took 6.5 hours with stops instead of the 8 hours that Google Maps told us.
We left Soldotna at 11:05am, almost a full hour after we meant to leave, but breakfast with Chris and Austin was worth the delay. The weather was churlish and spiteful, as if the sky turned its bruised eye at us and spit on us all the way out of town.