![]() She gave me just a brief history of the place before interrupting herself: “…but I’ve only been here 14 years. I meandered just a bit before talking to the lady behind the bar, telling her who I was and what I was doing. Most of them had a person’s name and location. One of the first things I noticed was the dollar bills tacked up on nearly every flat space. I’m trying to figure out how to describe what it was like to step in to this lodge…maybe overwhelmed/intrigued? Though there were not many people inside (around 1pm on a Wednesday), the decor was full of activity. There was no other decision but to visit the lodge. ![]() I passed the Chatanika Lodge and then I saw….oh wait…that was it? There’s not really a town to speak of. Then I thought I would drive through town to get a feel for the place. I arrived at the Chatanika sign and got a good picture. Is this what you would call “taking a dump”? Steep elevation changes and tight twists and turns through forests of skinny birch trees. Once I left the main highway, the road to Chatanika (Chat-a-NEE-ka) was a lot of fun. On the way I stopped for a picture of the pipeline I had seen briefly the day earlier. The destination for the day was Chatanika, just about 30 minutes up the road. I won’t have many gaps in song places that are this long until I go south of the border. It had been 9 days since my experience in Gravelbourg, which is quite a dry spell. Today was a day to check a place off of my list. Then it was time to get down to business. I spent a couple of hours writing while wearing sweatpants (which as everyone knows, is when the best writing takes place). I had breakfast with Rick and Cherie before they headed off to work. I’m guessing that Ron’s full name is probably Ronald, but it is hard for me imagine him with more than a one syllable name.Ī lazy morning.
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