Happy Birthday, America

We left the rough and tumbled village of Talkeetna this afternoon.  Really hated to leave, but whatcha gonna do?  We’ve been in just about every public building in town, some of them twice.  Not much else to do.  And besides, Homer is calling my name.

Before our farewell, we walked down to the Roadhouse for breakfast.  Gene wanted Rudy in a Parka--reindeer sausage all wrapped up in a soft, white yeast bread with a little cheese thrown in to make it even more yummy.  Of all the historic buildings in Talkeetna, we like the Roadhouse best.  It still rents out rooms and seating is family style at long tables. Most of the other buildings, with the exception of Nagley’s General Store, are gift shops and boutiques for the tourists.  Nagley’s and the Roadhouse have changed little over the years and thus seem more authentic somehow.

Gene also stopped by the Talkeetna Historic Museum.  It turned out to be Talkeetna’s attic, but Gene said it was well presented.  I skipped this outing, opting for a little rest and reading instead.

After a quick sandwich, we headed south to Wasilla.  We’re hanging out at the Wal-Mart, the largest one in the state, tonight.  It was so good to go to the grocery.  Our food supplies were getting pretty low.  There are signs posted all over everywhere “no overnight parking”, but there must be ten rigs scattered about the parking lot.  Gene called before we came down here to be sure we could park overnight.  Manager said it was fine, so here we are.

Tomorrow, we’ll move over to our campground as soon as all the weekenders are gone and stay there at least two nights, maybe three.  We have an appointment at an RV dealership on Wednesday morning.  We’re hoping to get the hot water heater fixed.

I think that’s all I have for today.  Hope everyone is enjoying the 4th of July.

Thanks for tagging along.