Here are some (late) pictures of our outing for Sam's birthday. Gus was completely unperturbed by the 8 foot Grizzly. His father, however, was slightly flummoxed by the post-dinner cigar along the Chena River...
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After spending 2 years living on the rugged coast of Northeastern Scotland, a job now takes us to Fairbanks Alaska. Originally from Oregon, I am a writer, a mother, an aspiring frontier woman, a nostalgia junkie, and a book addict. I call myself a trailer wife, which refers to the state of a person (most often a woman) who is caught up in the professional trajectory of their spouse. This blog will chronicle my journey between two places I never, ever, imagined I'd call home.
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4 comments:
Hey, I know that bear! He's a PumpHouse bear, very rare species and native only to Fairbanks!
We Loved the PumpHouse, Patty!!! It's pretty close to where we live. When are you planning a trip to Fbx next? Isn't it crazy that, after all those conversations of you lauding Alaska, we ended up here? Love it so far, but talk to me in January. XX
I will be in Fairbanks next summer! My friends Ginny and Al will take us bar-hopping downtown in the boat. You can hit the PumpHouse, Pike's Landing, the Elks, and the Boatel from the river - so fun to arrive in a boat, tie up, hit the bar for a few drinks and motor off (Al stays sober and drives, thank God). We did a progressive dinner that way - appetizers at the Elks, dinner at Pike's, but it got a tad regressive by the time we hit the Pumphouse and the Boatel ... we had rather ahem, lost interest in the eating but boy did we have fun! Wanna?
Eh, bears are not man-eating. They eat men, women, children, pets ... it's not like they're all that picky! Toss a blueberry (fresh is better than frozen) at them, they'll leave you alone. Pretty much. Errr, I think. Better run that one by an old Sourdough somewhere, maybe at the "Big I" (International Hotel) the bar between the News Miner and the Chena River - cool old bar. I used to bartend there myself. Back then, the bears inside (drinking Velvet and Coke) were way scarier than those old "ursus arctos" roaming outside the bar!
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