Alaska bits and pieces

North Pole, Alaska. Yes, it exists. And the Santa Claus House is there. I can prove it. This was one of the destinations that made my trip memorable – just having Karl as my personal tour guide was a treat. He was great at telling me the history of different parts of town and buildings, while also telling me about his hometown – which is a bit more rustic. I’ve seen interesting art and historical artifacts at the University Museum, unusual prints, fireworks in sub-zero temperatures, snow spontaneously falling off of telephone wires due to the extreme cold and lines “jumping,” a fabulous little dive bar called the Comet and much more. See the pics below to share some of my journey then check out my other photos at flickr.com.

The famed Santa Claus House. Unfortunately, it was closed when we went, but it was definitely a sight to see.

I’m sorry, but a bizarre little print that must be a North Pole thing.

Cafe Alex – in case the wall wasn’t a clue. Great little wine and tapas bar a few blocks from the hotel.

Part of the New Year’s Eve finale fireworks. And me playing with my camera.

A depiction of tradition native life in at the museum in the art gallery section.

What most of Alaska looks like this time of year.
(Plus, I finally figured out that B&W photography aids in
canceling out the bluish color I kept getting)
I just love the “fluffy” trees and landscapes.

 

A special toast

Dec. 26. The day my father passed away. It may be surprising to those who don’t know me, but I rarely mourn on this date. I have a little tradition to remember those family members who have influenced me and played important roles in my life. I always choose to celebrate their lives and the memories I carry with me. I toast their life with their favorite drink. For my father it’s a Manhattan, my mother a Rob Roy, my Grampa Bill a vodka martini with a twist and my Gramma Bobbie, well, she should be vodka, but we have one memory so special that involves a Stinger, that I make an exception in her honor. I do this on the day of passing and the day of their birth… I honor their lives.

So, what does this have to do with Alaska? I was here on Dec. 26 and was able to share this toast with my new friend Karl and being able to do this in AK was even more special than other years so far. I had the toast at the Pump House, a long-standing restaurant in the Fairbanks area. And not only could I have this Manhattan here, but I got to have it with my favorite bourbon, Maker’s Mark. Now that’s a treat! I’ve posted a couple of pics below so you can share in the toast as well and see this great place. Other photos can be found on my flickr account – link is on the sidebar.

 

 

The toast to Dad… Cheers! Skol! Salud!

 

The Pump House exterior