Alaska

[This was June 18, 2008.  “The cruisers” had just arrived in Fairbanks.  As a geography major, I was delighted to know that I was only 160 miles from the Arctic Circle.  (It was rumored at the time that several members of the party were here in their new capacity in the witness protection program.  I have, as yet, been unable to confirm this.)  From here, it would be south all the way.]

It’s late January.  The supervisor has been moaning about our lack of winter.  We’re having late March here now – icky (a technical weather term), foggy, humid, slushy, dirty, or why we try to leave here in March.  We yearn for the days of 10 degree temperatures, sunshine, and a white snow cover!  I’ve been moaning about of lack of games to cover – our girls’ basketball and hockey teams are on extended road trips.  In the absence of anything better to do, I bring you Alaska.

Actually there has been some mention of this before.  I had sent the pictures out at the time, of course, but I’m surprised how little I wrote in the e-mails about what we were doing.  So, I’m just going to have to make a lot of stuff up – in other words, lie.  Fortunately, the supervisor “scrapped” the entire adventure . . . an in house Google.

The supervisor’s plan of attack was that on June 15 we would take the train from St. Cloud to Seattle, and then fly from Seattle to Fairbanks to join the cruise party.  Amtrak was three hours late arriving in St. Cloud (it happens) – so by the time we arrived in Fargo, the sun was up!

[We crossed the northern plains, discovered water again in western Montana, and eventually the Cascades.]

On the 17th, we flew Alaska Air from Seattle to Fairbanks.  On the 18th, we headquartered out of Fairbanks Princess Lodge and began our walking tours of the city.

[The Chena River]

[Ruthie and Beryl immediately get into trouble in the lodge lobby while Crazy Dave keeps an eye out for the local constabulary – i.e., Dudley Do-Right and the RCMP!  (OK, they have jurisdiction by treaty because Alaska is just barely within ham radio distance of the lower 48.)]

[The supervisor performs her civic duty.]

[Howie,  Donna, Crazy Dave, Rita, Ray, Ruthie, Don, Mary, and Beryl . . . all somehow managed to elude apprehension the entire trip.]

[We think this was in homage to the supervisor and her snow shoveling abilities!]

[Golden Heart Plaza]

[And they hadn’t even gotten into the schnapps yet!  😉 ]

[Doyon, Ltd. headquarters, native arts & crafts]

[The Biddies at a church whose import I have forgotten.]

[Ray forever became Big Ray from this day.  Ray’s last name, incidentally, is Dillinger – and yes, he is related . . .]

[Downtown Fairbanks]

[Where we were in the world.]

[Bill and Anne have now joined us – The Generally Hygienic Dozen.]

[Finally . . . the SCHNAPPS!]

Thus endth the first posting on Alaska.  There will be several more, so make sure you get your rest.  This is dedicated to my diary, The Traveling Wilburys, and El, who told me at the gym this morning that he has guided four tours in Alaska.

About tomobert63

The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me! This is the follow-up to the original, “alexandriacardinals.wordpress.com,” which overwhelmed the system’s ability to handle it any more. Thus, this is “Part 2.” As the original was initially described: 10-26-07-4 “It all began in a 5,000 watt radio station in Fresno, California” . . . wait a minute, that was Ted Baxter on the Mary Tyler Moore Show! Let’s see . . . oh yeah, it all began in 2003 when retirees, i.e., old people, in Alexandria, Minnesota, who had no desire to become snow birds, went looking for mid-winter entertainment here in the frozen tundra of West Central Minnesota. We discovered girls’ high school hockey, fell in love immediately, and it remains our favorite spectator sport to this day. Initially, and for several years, reports on these games were e-mailed to those who were actually snowbirds but wanted to keep abreast of things “back home.” It was ultimately decided a blog would be more efficient, and it evolved into a personal diary of many things that attracts tens of readers on occasion. It remains a source of personal mental therapy and has yet to elicit any lawsuits. ~ The Editor, May 9, 2014 p.s. The photo border around the blog is the Cardinal girls’ hockey team after just beating Breck for the state championship in 2008. It’s of the all-tournament team. The visible Breck player on the left is Milica McMillen, then an 8th-grader – she is now an All-American for the Gophers. The Roseau player in the stocking cap I believe is Mary Loken, who went on to play for UND; and the Cardinal player on the right, No. 3, is Abby Williams, the player we blame most for making us girls’ hockey fans who went on to play for Bemidji State. *********************************************************************************** Photos contained herein are available for personal use. All you have to do is double click on any of the photos and they will become full screen size. You can then save them into your personal “My Pictures” file. They make lovely parting or hostess gifts, or holiday gifts for such as Uncle Ernie who wants to see how his grand niece is doing on the hockey team. If any are sold for personal profit, however, to, for example, the Audubon Society, National Geographic, Sven’s Home Workshop Monthly, Curling By The Numbers, or the World Wrestling Federation, I only request that you make a donation to the charitable organization of your choice. You have two hours and fifteen minutes. Pencils ready? Begin! **********************************************************************************
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