Pablo and I rolled into a smoky
Smoke from nearby wildfires turned afternoon light into dusk.
Boy, am I ever lucky. I got to see ever so much of Fairbanks, even on that first evening when I needed to get to the RV park before the office closed at 8 p.m.. I mean, I saw parts of
I found the Safeway grocery store even though I wasn’t looking for it, and Wells Fargo bank, too. I found where the
Why was I so lucky? Because I kept making wrong turns. Usually, I think my sense of direction is fair—at least when I’m paying attention. I can usually follow a map pretty well, too. In fact, I was the navigator for a 20,000 mile motor home trip in 1998 that took us from
But, there are two places on earth where I am totally disoriented. One is in the
The other route is a combination of the Glenn highway and then the
Now, you’d think that if you wanted to reach a city that was northeast of where you started, you’d arrive at that city from the south, right? Not
spaces in the fair grounds.
The red things all over these bushes are rose hips--the seed pods of the wild rose. The rose bushes line the RV park roads, so a month ago they must have been covered in pink blossoms.
Turns out, you have to make a jig and a jog and then—if you know where to look—you can see the sign fastened to the side of the shower house, except you approach the shower house from behind so how can anyone see that sign on the side of the shower house? So, almost an hour after I reached Fairbanks, and a few minutes before the park office closed for the night, I found the dad-ratted place hiding in the spruce forest next to the carnival rides they’re setting up for the fair this weekend.
Watch your head when you enter the little cabin to plop down your $20 bucks for a nice wooded spot with electricity and free showers.
DUCK! I'm 5 ft. 2 inches, and I had to duck down to enter the cabin office.
Then came backing into a narrow spot with spruce trees on either side and the electrical hook-up post hidden somewhere behind your trailer and a pickup parked crossways in the spot across from you, adding a triple whammy to backing up blind in the first place. I played with that for a while, even with the pickup guy offering to help, then saw No. 12 just ahead that was a straight back-in shot. I called the office and told her that’s where I was camping because No. 16 was too tight a turn.
Then, with Pablo happily ensconsed in the trailer, the thermostat turned up in case heat was needed, hot water heater on, electricity plugged in, the refrigerator turned to electric, the pickup unhooked,came the fun and games with the awning. In all the camping I’ve done with this trailer, I’ve had the awning out once. Every place else I’ve been, I wasn’t staying long enough to need it, or it was too windy.
That night, however, looked like it might rain harder than the sprinkles that were happening then, so to keep the entrance dry—but mainly because I’d never used the awning before—I started unrolling the contraption.
Okay, never mind. Let’s just say things didn’t go according to plan. A while later, after another camper came over to help and with the appropriate application of a large pair of pliers, the awning was unrolled and fastened down, the grass carpet spread in front of the entrance door, and I was sitting over by the neighbors’s campfire in my bright pink chair with a whiskey sour in my hand.
Pablo was in the trailer—screaming: How dare you desert me?!!! How dare you talk to strangers?!!! Why can’t I come out, too?!!! (Squawk!!!) (Whistle!!!) “Ah-hole!!!” (We really aren’t sure what that one means, but he says it all the time.) “Hello!!!”
Truth is, I left him in the trailer because the smoke was lying close to the ground in the forest. Inside, he at least had relatively clean air to breathe. Outside, it wasn’t too bad, even though you could see the smoke from the wildfires if you looked off a few dozen feet.
Doesn't look too smoky in this shot, but notice how orange the direct sunlight is.
However, I spent a very pleasant hour visiting with Judy and Doug, the folks in the RV next to me. They live in Wasilla, also home of The Sarah. Doug has a very handy pair of pliers with which he coerced the awning support to cooperate.
Then, it was off to bed--after I placated Pablo.
(to be continued--more fun in Fairbanks with an upside-down map)