Tuesday 8/14
It is our 4th alarm day. We are jarred awake at 6:00 AM to meet our 7 o’clock appointment at Karen’s RV Service. I’ve had several telephone conversations with Karen over the last couple of weeks and really like her style. We leave the RV and take off in the Jeep to run errands and, more importantly, to see “Bourne Ultimatum”.
After the best of the “Bournes” we get a call from Karen’s. They’ll need to order the part, can we wait a few days? No way. The leveler jacks are a luxury not worthy of any more time in Anchorage.
We finish our errands and head back to Karen’s. Hooray, they’ve found the part, finished the repairs, and it’s all covered by the warranty.
We’re headed north toward Denali. 34 miles out of Anchorage, moments after I complain about the absence of animals, we see a galloping Mr. Moose—but no time for a photo.
We pass through Wasilla—rhymes with Godzilla--and shares a lot of DNA with the tawdry movie monster.
This is not an endearing part of Alaska, it’s low-end, exurban bewilderness.
We come to Houston. There are three shuttered branches of the Gorilla Fireworks chain at the edge of town. We’re thinking, “Houston…we’ve got a problem”.
Then more happily we pass through the Nancy Lake area. Nice to have your own lake.
We also cross Caswell Creek. We think of our daughters which is always good.
Finally, and mercifully, we dart the Admiral off the road into a pullout overlooking Kashwitna Lake.
It is foggy and very rainy.
We are NOT depressed. We’re just under the weather—this god awful, mauling weather.
