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| Earthquake Park |
The bright sunshine early this morning perfectly matched the
kids’ moods as we checked out of the hotel and started our last day in
Alaska. They were counting down the hours until we arrived back home. We decided to eat breakfast at Snow City Café, which has extraordinary online reviews. At 9:00 AM on a Monday morning, the wait time was fifty minutes. We
walked across the street to Resolution Park and looked across Cook Inlet at the
mountains. It was a bit too hazy to see Mount McKinley, but the view was beautiful
anyway. After twenty minutes, we went back to Snow City Café and waited on the
sidewalk with about twenty other people since it was packed full inside. The café
offers coffee for waiting customers, so Chad and I drank ours outside
while we played silly games with the kids.
When our buzzer alerted us that our table was ready, we squeezed
between people who were standing shoulder-to-shoulder so we could get to our table. It was like we were in da club. I actually don’t
know what being “in da club” is like, but apparently, I imagine it being like a café
in Anchorage on a Monday morning. Except with champagne and dolla’ bills, yo. The
booths were huge, the décor was excellent and the food was delicious. Our
entire morning was so much fun. Snow City Café is one of those restaurants that
you wish you had in your town, but you don’t, so when you finally find one, you
end up writing way more about it in your blog than people care to read.
After breakfast we parked in a parking garage and snorted at
the $1.00/hour parking rate. What a great deal in a town where pancakes cost $12.00.
We visited gift shops, walked around downtown, and even went to the mall (just to
use the restroom, I feel it's necessary to clarify). We watched a group of people pushing a baby in a stroller stroller while a woman in the group screamed obscenities and threats into a flip phone as the baby watched. I spent the next ten minutes worrying about that baby and wondering what his life will be like. I hope his name isn't Rayzor Blayd, but I'm pretty sure it is.
We found a little tourist area called The Bear Square where
we bought ice cream from Bear-ly Enough Ice Cream and then Ashley got to pan
for gold at Bear Paw Mining. They offered her a hat and a fake beard to wear while
she panned for gold and she refused. The moment I watched her turn down the hat
and beard, I felt as though I’d been punched in the gut. Those moments when
you realize your baby is growing up and letting go of childish things is never
easy to bear (I’ve typed the word “bear” way too much). So instead, Jackson wore
the hat. Ashley found two miniscule nuggets of gold and placed them in a vial. We walked to Alaska Mint to have the gold appraised and learned that Ashley had found about $10 worth of gold. Judging
by how happy she was, it might as well have been $10,000.
We stopped on 4th Avenue at a park and we sat in
the grass among the throngs of other tourists. Wait a minute, I thought, why
are all these tourists asleep? Then I understood, these weren’t tourists,
they were locals and most of them were passed out drunk. As we continued
walking through town we noticed that wherever there was grass, someone was
asleep in it. It was like National Nap in Public Day. Ashley accidentally startled one guy when she ran up to us yelling about something she was excited about. It was sad to see him snap out of his drunken stupor and try to figure out where he was. Sorry, guy, welcome to how we wake up at home.
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| Now, imagine her wearing a hat and fake beard. Last year she would have |
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| Her first flake of gold |
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| Best visitor information center ever! Even though we didn't go inside. |
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| Chad saves the day |
| Ali's cool shot of Earthquake Park |
Chad walked us to security and we said our goodbyes. He
comes home for good on Wednesday but I still cried, and my tears were met with jokes
and ridicule from the kids and a “Poor Rachie,” from Chad. He watched us all the way through security until he couldn't see us anymore, and then he headed back to Seward alone. It sure doesn't feel right leaving him behind.
Alaska Fact #13:
The Alaska flag, eight stars of gold on a field of blue, was designed in 1926 by 13-year-old Bennie Benson from Cognac, Alaska. Seven stars form the Big Dipper (Ursa Major) constellation and the eighth is Polaris or the North Star.
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