Heading toward home on the Glenn Hwy. after cruising down to the Thunderbird Falls area (Chugiak) today.
There was no frost on the trees and not much new snow in Wasilla, but it was like we went through a curtain after getting on Glenn, with the frosty special effects hitting at about the Knik River Bridge area. Like night and day, all within a relative handful of miles.
Scroll back to photo 1. This is of about the same scene, only minutes later. The fog that had descended on us as we neared Chugiak seemed to have hurried ahead of us to cover the mountains toward Palmer, too.
Then the sun would peep through again and you'd get a great view, this one of the "Flats", as this area is known around here. Didn't see any moose here, tho', which isn't the norm as this is a common place to spot moose.
Apparantly we didn't see any moose on the Flats cos they were having a moose party in Meadow Lakes. I was just snapping photos out the window, taking what I've dubbed "another generic wooded lot" photo, when I saw somethig move and yelled at Pat to "Stop!!!" Sorry, Pat, I do get bossy when I spy moose, huh?
There were actually three of 'em, this one, I'm pretty sure, the mother of the two smaller ones. She'd been back off the road a bit but worked her way down to check us out before we moved on.
One of the young ones. It was on fairly shallow snow here, but at one point I could see it moving through an area with snow up to its belly, albeit too far back and blocked by brush for a photo.
"Hey, can't you see we're trying to eat?"
There was a house on a hill sorta off to the right and a couple folks had just walked outside, so they were getting nervous. We decided to move on and let them eat their lunch in peace.
Speaking of lunch, our lunch was at Windbreak, aka Trout House.
My first lunch anywhere in Alaska but the Fancy Moose was here, at the long table setting under this guy and his canoe. I was with the TOTT candidates and we'd been cruising around with Peg as chauffeur. Wide-eyed, jet lagged rookie that I was, I thought this was just the coolest place ever and, know what? I still tend to agree. There's something about this place that says Alaska better than many of the other eating places out here, that's for sure.
You've got to admit, it has a killer view.
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Heading toward home on the Glenn Hwy. after cruising down to the Thunderbird Falls area (Chugiak) today.
There was no frost on the trees and not much new snow in Wasilla, but it was like we went through a curtain after getting on Glenn, with the frosty special effects hitting at about the Knik River Bridge area. Like night and day, all within a relative handful of miles.
Scroll back to photo 1. This is of about the same scene, only minutes later. The fog that had descended on us as we neared Chugiak seemed to have hurried ahead of us to cover the mountains toward Palmer, too.
Then the sun would peep through again and you'd get a great view, this one of the "Flats", as this area is known around here. Didn't see any moose here, tho', which isn't the norm as this is a common place to spot moose.
Apparantly we didn't see any moose on the Flats cos they were having a moose party in Meadow Lakes. I was just snapping photos out the window, taking what I've dubbed "another generic wooded lot" photo, when I saw somethig move and yelled at Pat to "Stop!!!" Sorry, Pat, I do get bossy when I spy moose, huh?
There were actually three of 'em, this one, I'm pretty sure, the mother of the two smaller ones. She'd been back off the road a bit but worked her way down to check us out before we moved on.
One of the young ones. It was on fairly shallow snow here, but at one point I could see it moving through an area with snow up to its belly, albeit too far back and blocked by brush for a photo.
"Hey, can't you see we're trying to eat?"
There was a house on a hill sorta off to the right and a couple folks had just walked outside, so they were getting nervous. We decided to move on and let them eat their lunch in peace.
Speaking of lunch, our lunch was at Windbreak, aka Trout House. 
My first lunch anywhere in Alaska but the Fancy Moose was here, at the long table setting under this guy and his canoe. I was with the TOTT candidates and we'd been cruising around with Peg as chauffeur. Wide-eyed, jet lagged rookie that I was, I thought this was just the coolest place ever and, know what? I still tend to agree. There's something about this place that says Alaska better than many of the other eating places out here, that's for sure.
You've got to admit, it has a killer view. 
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