28 July. Chicken AK.
Today we meandered through the eastern edge of Alaska, on our way to Canada and the Arctic circle. The roads really haven’t been that bad, mostly – but I grabbed a photo of typical roads we faced:
The landscape gradually changed from fishing focused to mining focused. We ended up in an old mining town, Chicken Alaska for the night. Chose an RV park, because it looked quaint (still used outhouses) and relatively bug free. We were lucky, there were two RV places in town, both were heavily frequented by Caravans (20-25 RV owners – usually the huge Type A Bus kind – who travel together). The other RV park was hosting an Airstream group the night we were in town. Our RV park was hosting a Fantasy group the next night. We had a chance to wander the area before it got overly crowded.
