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My First Day Off- And An Amazing Day It Was! (Part 1) May 20, 2015

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Hello, all!  It has been such an amazing day that I don’t even know where to start.  How about here:

Riding the 7:00 a.m. shuttle into Talkeetna, Alaska, my first day off after the start of the season, the exhuberance of my spirit was quiet, but could not be repressed.  It was already such a beautiful day:

Waiting to start my Day Off adventure!

Waiting to start my Day Off adventure!

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The tour I had been hoping to do was with a company called Mahays Jet Boat Tours.  It was the Devil’s Canyon Adventure.  When I got off the shuttle, I went straight to the tour place (which was a short trip, since the shuttle parks in the tour place’s parking lot!) and checked on the tour.  Sadness.  The particular tour doesn’t start until May 25.  On to Plan B.

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Plan B was a river float tour.  I walked through town to the Talkeetna River Guides office (stopping at the post office to buy postcard stamps, but they weren’t open yet) and checked on their tour schedule.  There was one getting ready to leave right then, but it was almost full, so I opted to sign up for the next tour, which didn’t leave for about two and a half hours.  Perfect!  Just enough time for breakfast and some wandering.

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Breakfast was Plan C.  I had heard many raves about a local place called the Roadhouse.  Every little town has one, right?  The Roadhouse was basically right across the street from the river float place, so I walked on over.  It was crazy busy and crowded, with a very interesting feature that would prove instrumental in what was the first and perhaps most amazing of the day’s great moments:  family style seating.  All the tables were like Christmas-Dinner sized, and you just sat wherever there was an open chair.  At first I was seated in the window seat bar, facing out at the street, but then I decided to be social.  There was a seat at one end of a table with three couples, and I moved to sit there.

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The server was an interesting character.  I wasn’t quite discerning enough to tell where he was from, but his accent kind of reminded me of Russian.  I had already been advised, luckily, to order a half-order of whatever I was having, because their famous sourdough pancake was literally bigger than the plate.  Everything there looked good, and they had a bakery counter with some Ah.Maz.Ing-looking food in it.  They had breakfast quiches, cinnamon rolls the size of your head, and a coconut cream pie that would feed about 20 people:

I took a picture once of a counter like this at a French bakery on St. Martin!

I took a picture once of a counter like this at a French bakery on St. Martin!

This was my breakfast.  Sourdough pancakes from starter that dates back to like, 1912 or something, reindeer sausage, and birch syrup, which I had been dying to try. :)

This was my breakfast. Sourdough pancakes from starter that dates back to like, 1912 or something, reindeer sausage, and birch syrup, which I had been dying to try. 🙂

The smell of the place was very distinctive.  Something about the food and the coffee and the atmosphere reminded me strongly of the town where my Dad’s mom lived, where my dad and my middle sister were both born, a place I have never really felt a strong affinity for.  But so strangely, I suddenly was almost overwhelmed with a nostalgia and a sadness for the town of Shamrock, Texas.  Maybe it was more a moment of missing my Dad’s mom, who passed away several years ago, or maybe it translated into missing my dad, because that was his hometown.  Either way, I had to text my mom to tell her about it.  I mentioned it to the lady next to me, and we talked about how smells can be powerful memory triggers, and I said I think they are the most powerful.  I’ve had another experience with that, but I’ll share it some other time.

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All of the couples were on their way to their cruise ship and were very friendly.  They asked about me, and I told them I was a summer employee at McKinley.  They asked where I was from, and I told them Oklahoma, and then one of the men asked where in Oklahoma, and I told him Southern Oklahoma, Ardmore area.  (The first incredible moment of the day is coming up… can you feel it?  Ready to be amazed? Here we go…)  So when I said Ardmore, the lady says, “Oh, we have some really good friends who live in Ardmore…” and she named them, and I practically screamed, “OH MY GOSH, YOU KNOW (insert name of completely awesome couple I know and dearly love here)!  Holy cow, I know them!  They are completely awesome and I dearly love them!” and so it went.  I practically teared up, and then we started talking about taking pictures and just quietly posting them on Facebook and waiting for our mutual friends’ reaction.  After we finished our breakfast, we went outside and took this:

Unfortunately, the excitement has erased their names from my mind!  Mary and Bill, maybe?

Unfortunately, the excitement has erased their names from my mind! Mary and Bill, maybe?

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After the pictures, we said our goodbyes and they headed off down the street and I went back to the general store to use the ATM, then on to the post office to pick up some more postcard stamps.  Then I decided to check out the Talkeetna Historical Museum, to see if I could squeeze it in before my tour.  As I  approached the door of the museum, the curator and a park ranger were just coming out the door.  Or more accurately the park ranger had come to see her before the opening and was leaving.  They let me know they wouldn’t quite be open for a while, and I told them I had a tour in a while and asked if I would be able to do justice to a museum tour between opening and the time I was supposed to be at the raft place.  Turned out I couldn’t, but the park ranger invited me to come down to the ranger station and watch their short movie presentation about climbing Mt. McKinley.  I figured it would be a good way to kill time, so the ranger and I walked the couple of blocks down to the station.  Here again was an enjoyable moment, meeting a local and having a nice conversation.  The ranger’s name was Jay, and I found out he had once worked in Oklahoma!  We arrived at the ranger station and I watched the move and used the facilities.

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The lady at the float place had told me to be back there by 10:30, and it was only a few minutes after 10 when I left the ranger station, but I went ahead and went back to the float place and checked in.  There was a little coffee place right next door, called Conscious Coffee, and I sat there and enjoyed an Irish Creme latte while I waited for my float trip:

Ahhh, caffeine!

Ahhh, caffeine!

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Ok, now I am going to be really cruel and mean, and break this entry into two parts.  In the next part, I’ll tell you all about the float trip, my river guide, my super tasty lunch, and the conclusion of the evening. Stay tuned! 🙂

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Until next time,

D.

 

2 Responses to “My First Day Off- And An Amazing Day It Was! (Part 1)”

  1. Loving your travelogue. You will meet all sorts of people with Oklahoma connections. We are a mobile bunch… it’s in our DNA, you know.


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